He lifted his thumbs inward and pressed on the outside of her pussy, rubbing gently. By now he had learned all of her sensitive spots on every inch of...her body, and she knew it. Lily never stood a chance against the pleasure he could give her. He continued to massage her outer walls, occasionally reaching up and caressing her clit with his fingertips.Lily was bucking her hips now, trying desperately to get away from his addictive touch, but she knew she was helplessly intoxicated by it.Her. Sigh.At least talking about what I’d dreamt was actually making me feel a little more relaxed even though I was still filled with worry. Nearing the end, I debated about telling Amber what I’d cried out as Linda had jumped. Would she get upset because I’d screamed that I loved Linda in my dream? If my sister told me that she’d yelled out that she loved another guy in hers, it would bother the fuck out of me. But then again, I was the one with jealousy issues, not her.Truthfully, I wasn’t. Our bedroom was in the very back, just aft of the bathroom. Forward of that was a "middle room," actually a wide-spot in the hall-way containing a bunk bed. Dorothy had been curled up on her made-up bed reading a novel and, on the way to john, I'd stopped a moment to chat. As our conversation lengthened, I sat on the edge of her bed and soon was sitting against the opposite wall, comfortable in our relationship."I've got to clean up," she announced, "I'm meeting Dolores for tennis." Without. One of her hands was on my lower back, her fingers curling around mywaist pressing me tightly against her. I felt her other hand slidealong the inside of my tights, it felt oddly good. I felt her handslide higher and touch my pussy through my new pair of panties. Sherubbed against the fabric back and forth. This sent a slight tremblethrough my whole body.Holy crap. What was happening to my body? I was being robbed of anykind of awareness that I still held onto. This new body was sosensitive and.