I felt her move slightly deeper and slowly curl her fingers into a fist. At first, she was perfectly still, as we both took in the wonder of her clenc...ed hand buried inside me. The feeling was both forceful and intimate. Our bodies were inextricably joined together in the brutal simplicity of her hand reaching inside me. The sensations were similar to a strap on except they seemed totally different. This was no fake rubber cock. This was flesh and blood, my lover's hand and wrist impaling my. She notices that it is not locked and so she rectifies that, looking around and noticing that nothing seems out of place. Just a noise, she thinks, nothing wrong. She returns to the bedroom and take off her earrings and her watch, placing them on the dresser. Now, returning to the bathroom, she walks in and the steam fills the space of her bathroom. She wipes the mirror, looks again with a smile, and waves the steam towards her in an invitation to caress her body. Stepping into the shower, she. Danny stepped up to her, and made the introduction, ”Connie, meet my father, John Whitley.”John Whitley stepped forward, same brown eyes, same smile, “Connie,” he said reaching for her hand, “I’m very pleased to meet you, and I understand I owe you a large thank you in helping my son to rescue Fern.” He raised her hand to his lips, before saying, “We must talk later, after we’ve dealt with a certain Mr Bolander.”“I told him, and when he saw my scars----”John Whitley finished the sentence, “I. I ran my hands up her sides from her hips and continued up lifting her arms over her head. She held them there as I kissed slowly from her neck down across her shoulder. Her skin was deliciously salty from her workout. As I moved closer and closer to her smooth armpit, her slightly sweet, slightly musky scent grew stronger and stronger. Breathing in deeply, I touched my nose to wetness of her underarm. She moaned gently and I continued to breath in the intoxicating aroma of my young lover. I.