I read about that. It’s interesting to experience for the first time. Bink’s right. It certainly is interesting. I wrap my fingers around it. It�...s very conveniently sized for that. Gentle squeeze. He draws in a breath and I freeze. When he releases it, I explore some more. I wish the lights were on and he was encouraging this. They say it’s a ‘sack’. It feels magical. Another thing made for my hand.But back up to that other handful. Fingers tracing ... a ridge, skin so soft, hot. My fingers. She thought of her friend Lorraine whom she had not seen for a while. Graceful Lorraine with a twinkle in her eye, her lovely smile, walking proudly showing everyone she was not a woman to be messed with. Anita needed some of that confidence to rub off on her. She decided that she would contact Lorraine that very day. Another wave of drowsiness came over her and she felt sleep coming upon her. She closed her eyes and turned on to her side and tried to dampen down the thoughts racing around in. Late one evening, while he was trying to sleep, Steve heard the muffled giggles and moans coming from down the hall. He had often seen the furtive glances that passed between his twins, the little kisses when they thought no one was looking. He took note that boys rarely called and they spent most of their time with other girls. They’d both graduated High School last year and neither had ever dated any of the young men who kept persistently calling. Steve was certain that the girls were heading. My pussy was anticipating the touch; as always been, my body was betraying me…I could feel that I was getting wet just from the thought of being touched by a stranger. A stranger with a huge rough hand. I felt his long fingers moving inches closer to my soaking wet pussy.He slightly moved his finger and touched my pussy lips through my drenched thong. He probably could feel how wet I was. His fingers kept moving in tiny circles on my swollen clit. I was feeling like I was about to faint as I.