I start to rub in longer strokes. progressing closer to your sopping wet jackpot with every rub. Each and every slow, deliberate rub sees my hand go h...gher and higher along your thigh. And every time I grow near to where you want me to be, I slow down and back off. My hand approaches your soaking pussy, but my approach slows as I move closer. Agonizingly making little progress, I quickly retreat my hand again and again. But each time I move closer.You're trying to thrust your hips down to meet. She has the sense it is hiding, not from her younger self but from her attempted recollection."Wait, what are you going to do with that?" younger Cassie suddenly says in a voice of rising alarm. She steps back from the threshold. "No, don't. Don't do that! I gave it to you because I trusted you! I..."Present Cassie watches in mounting horror as her younger self sways and the room ripples and wavers."So sleepy..." younger Cassie murmurs as she slowly crumples to the floor, the room fading and. Hefelt his internal conflict return - he did not want to be a woman, butevery time he looked in the mirror he was treated by this beautifulcreature staring back, each time surprising him with a different look.Feeling his curiosity mount, and realizing the futility of resisting, hecontinued to follow the Compulsions. Reaching into the jewelry box, hepicked out a silver bracelet with inset crystals and clasped it over hisslender right wrist. Next he pulled a pair of crystal earrings andclasped. “I love your tattoo,” I told her. Then I realized that the leaves on either side of the rosebud petals were actually small hearts. The one on the left had centered in it a single fancy Old English script ‘L’ and the one on the right had an ‘M’.Reaching out I brushed my fingertips gently over the rose and changed what I had said to, “It’s fantastic!”“You see, I’ve remembered you all these years too,” she said as she lowered her hands to her hips and then slid them forward as I soaked in the.