There was the tip of my finger, looking as if it should indeed come through. It was not pushed against a glass barrier, which is how it felt. I poked ...my other forefinger in to touch it.The contact of fingertips felt, to my fingers, quite normal, there was no glass there, but a strange wave of feeling, not at all unpleasant, spread rapidly over my whole body. I was perplexed. I withdrew one finger and touched them again. The wave occurred again, this time with much less intensity, and I began to. His tongue danced with hers. Without realising it, her arms intwined around his neck keeping the kiss hard against her lips. He pulled away gently and stood up. He began to unbutton his black shirt and let it fall with her gown. His toned body inticed her, intriqued her, and excited her. While her mind was on his torso she didnt notice that his pants were gone as well and he joined her in the tub. He slide in right between her legs and kissed her deeply. Her tongue grazed his fangs as they. Maybe it is typical of a male, but I hadn't even been thinking about the natural consequences of the fucking we'd been doing. They were probably both right, men just couldn't be trusted to think ahead, at least I now knew that I couldn't be.We got out of our furs and dressed then, heading outside to see what the day had in store for us. I still had a storage shed in mind but just before they brought me a bowl of breakfast I decided it was time to try firing the three cups I'd made.When Denac. And she was wearing, of course, a garter belt. ‘So is this where guys get this garter belt thing?’ she asked. ‘It’s one of the places we do. Where do girls get their garter belt obsession?’ ‘Wanting to look like this…’ she said, turning over a page. The next page featured the woman, this time holding her lips apart with one hand while working one finger into herself. ‘I’ve never got to see you like that!’ ‘Well, now that you mention it…’ and with that Carrie suddenly pulled up her skirt,.