His fingers found the triangle of short, wiry hair and rested there, his middle finger very slowly exploring the opening of Sara's slit, before slippi...g confidently into her moist opening. Sara moaned as Sam's long middle finger slid its full length into her until his palm rested against her mound. He began to move his finger around in small circles inside her body, feeling her warmth and wetness; hearing her mounting pleasure as her breath caught in her throat. He felt her tighten and loosen. As he stepped back, I deftly reached behind me to close and lock his office door. He heard the click and looked at me quizzically. But he seemed to understand when I began to tell him how difficult of a time I was having on my own, as I had just graduated from college in the past year. He went back to sit in his leather desk chair, but I swiveled it to face me as I slowly moved around his deck and approached him. Then, I told him that I needed help but I couldn't go to my dad, because I didn't. "My Formal dress." Jeannette didn't say anything for nearly a minute, not until Grace prompted her. "I loved wearing it. It made me feel so... so... so fragile and precious." She shook her head. "I've never felt that way before." Not even down in Seaside?" Suzy asked."Not even there. I think the most you feel is healthy, either that or robust. You don't feel so delicate you're afraid a breeze will blow you away into the night. I saw a flower in the garden, and I realized that was exactly how I. That is happening. For a moment, Joe felt like a forest animal caught in the beam of bright lights. He was frozen, unsure how to respond this very welcome attention. Gwen’s hand moved back down his leg then pulled back to her own lap. Ugh, idiot, he chastised himself! You’re blowing it. Reaching out, butterflies in his stomach, he gently brushed the back of his fingers across Gwen’s thigh before moving his hand away. Gwen shifted in her seat and confusion surged in Joe’s mind. Was she moving.