We both kept silent, me with a thunderous heartbeat that was part fear, part her touch, as our hands together sought and located the ring which served...as a door handle. It was warm to the touch.Her hair tickled my chin as we both, still in almost perfect synchronization, pressed our ears to the wood. It smelled like a woman's hair, yet with a touch of the sea and the desert both, of the wild and free wind that sweeps across land and ocean.Inside there was no sound to be heard for a long time,. And I'm not alone now; you're here withme." Sheila reached out and took Hank's hand. "Now just quitworrying about things that aren't that important and come inside myroom, Hank. I have something really fascinating I want to show you." You do?" An expectant smile began creeping across Hank's face as heconsidered - they were all alone in the house after all - just whatshe meant to show him. As a result, he stepped over the door'sthreshold and into Sheila's room, suddenly feeling incredibly. Her fingers gripped tightly on the fabric of the couch.Kennedy brought her down slowly, a few soft kisses and licks right where she needed them the most but could barely stand then without squirming. It was a few minutes before Buffy could speak, her skin flushed and sweaty.“So, these training wheels,” she began, her abdominal muscles jumping where Kennedy was lightly caressing her bare stomach, “do they work both ways?”Kennedy let out a throaty chuckle, her voice thick with desire.“Remember. “Yeah, for now – it’s a lot of trouble changing your name back, so I guess I’m Elizabeth Mendenhall for the short term. Thanks again for coming to get me, Ken – I owe you one!”“More than one, I think, sis!” I said.Back in Springfield, it was very late – or very early, and after bringing in her stuff, quickly showed her my two-bedroom apartment, and we each went to bed. I had to get up to attend a couple classes, so I left a note for Liz to tell her where I’d gone off to, and to call me if she.