” My eyes caught her hand as it snaked up her thigh. She stroked it, and then she let her index finger rest on her slit. She caressed it and eventua...ly slipped her finger slightly inside her. “It’s awfully wet. It has been, ever since you first stared at it.” “It’s got wetter the more you hesitated, and now, as you watch me, it’s fucking soaking.” Her words came as a bit of a surprise. I wasn’t expecting them, not from her. “Come closer, pull your chair with you.” I did as I was told. I pulled. My right hand slipped inside her blouse, feeling how warm her skin was, stroking the side of her breast, eager to feel her nipple between my fingers, but wanting to enjoy the moment, make her wait.My right knee had pushed its way between her thighs, raising her dress up, popping open a couple of buttons so that her thighs were clearly visible. I could feel the heat from her cunt on my leg as she began to move herself against me, grinding her groin onto my thigh, and against my cock.I felt as if. .. Then! then! for the first time, did I feel that stiff horn-hard gristle, battering against the tender part; but imagine to yourself his surprise, when he found, after several vigorous pushes, which hurt me extremely, that he made not the least impression.I complained, but tenderly complained: “I could not bear it... indeed he hurt me!...” Still he thought no more, than that being so young, the largeness of his machine (for few men could dispute size with him) made all the difficulty; and. She approached the door slowly as not to inform the person on the other side that anyone was home, in case it was a salesman. That way she could ignore it and he would go away. She looked through the peep hole and saw Jordan. She gasped to herself. "What is he doing here?" she thought. She contemplated ignoring the visitor. She couldn't have him seeing her like this. She stared through the peep hole pondering her next move. She would just let him go away. She couldn't stop staring though. She.