My nipples were so hard that I could cut glass. Unconsciously, I began to run my hands over my breasts, trying to relieve some of the ache there. They...felt heavy and full.“So responsive...,” a far away voice said.They disembodied hands continued their journey upward, kneading my inner thighs. I was wearing a pair of shorts, so it was easy to glide up my bare skin. His stopped at the place where my thigh meets my pelvis, a place so very sensitive to me.His strong hands traced the ligament there,. That's what he said. He'd told me he wouldn't if I hurried and I hurried as fast as I could.My god! What if she was ovulating? What if she got pregnant? What if she had his baby?I turned my head and looked at Michelle.She was just laying there on her back in the same position she'd been in when I returned to the room. Naked, her breasts rose and dropped with her breathing. Was she sleeping? Her legs were still spread lewdly just as I'd seen when I came back into the room. Maybe she'd passed. I can see the outline of a bed and make my way silently to it. I strip bare, then slide into bed, not a word is spoken. I reach out to feel her warmth and feel instant relief. She is waiting for me, completely naked between the sheets as we had agreed and there is a faint scent of apples. She rolls over to face me, though I can only see her outline in the darkness. We embrace for a moment before I encourage her onto her belly. I run my hands along the lengths of her hair and I feel her relax. She went through the veranda doors into her bedroom sitting at her little desk she turned her P C on.She slipped her panties off at the beginning of the story she was reading on screen;her left hand was touching her nipples her right hand and fingers were buried inside her body slowly thrusting into herself.Her legs were wide apart."Don't fucking move"His hands were on her shoulders pressing downwards his thumbs slightly sending her head forwards.His hands were large the fingers fleshy;She.