"I nod and feel his fingertips slowly sliding them off my hips and down my legs, which I straighten to make it easier for him. Looking up at me again,...he sees me slip two fingers into my pussy lips, this time a bit lower and pushing inward. I am getting quite wet now.The fingers of my other hand continue to pull and pinch my nipples. Each tug or twist feels like my clit is being pulled from the inside. I reach now for the bright yellow knob looking things. They have a dome top, are about an. Taking the back roads, we made the trip in about an hour. Bob was driving; Beth, sitting next to him, was the navigator."We're getting close. Turn at the house where the white dog barks." That's how you give directions in New Hampshire.Bob saw the dog and turned, and about a hundred feet later Beth directed him through a broken gate. She made me promise not to tell you where the place is, but you probably couldn't find it even if I did. Lots of white dogs in New Hampshire.We drove up this. Not much to think of it but it did it again a second and third time. Now he was getting hard damn it. What is wrong with me. Looking at her face instead of “Her” he tried idle talk. Angie was almost done with herself, using the shower to hit her in just the right spot, when her dad had knocked. She almost chocked answering him and asking why he was home. If he had known she was at that moment thinking what would happen if he walked in and seen her naked he would die. “So would I “. ” She seemed to be responding -- responding to him!“Yes, Andy,” she said, as though confirming that guess. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled on his downstrokes. His arousal had turned into a drive and every stroke was faster and harder, but she matched him with her pulling legs. Suddenly, her warmth clasped more firmly around him.“Oh,” she said. She writhed under him. She writhed around him as he moved in and out. This was more exciting than anything he’d ever felt before -- more.