Do you want me to touch your clit? Even though you know I’m not going to let you come? Unless I change my mind…”Hayley had learned, learned it d...eeply, that even wicked attention was much better than no attention (and listening to some damn football game). “Yes, Sir. Please touch my clit.”Business like, without touching another hair on her body, he walked behind her, pushed his fingers across her pussy (which was busy re-wetting itself) and found her clit. “Five edges, I think. We’ll start with. I started to make myself dinner and then the phone rang. The call display showed it to be Erin’s cell phone. I answered “hey baby”. She replied back in a hushed voice, “I’m in the bathroom. Just finished the ink. We’ve been flirting lots and I’m pretty sure something is going to happen again. I’m going to tuck my phone in the side of my bag so you can listen. No promises!” I wished her luck, went to my desk and sat down, turning the phone to the hands free setting so I could hear. I heard the. I love getting up from eating in a restaurant and feeling my panties wet, it's a new feeling since I've been shaving. There is no hiding when I'm turned on. The hot water feels so good and I figure I have enough time to play a little before I get out! I take the shower head down, and put my leg up on the shower ledge and let it pulse hot on my clit. I rub it with my other hand, and squeeze it a bit with two fingers. I love the feeling of it being hard. I would love to feel a hard clit with my. I spend all day indoors, promising to come out as soon as I finish this paragraph, or maybe this page, or maybe this chapter. I never do, except on picnic days, but you forgive me.We hold each other and caress and kiss and we dance, to Sinatra now, though neither of us can do him justice. Your voice is husky, made for passioned whispers in my ear, not for the rising and falling scales of beautiful music. I love your voice. I say so and you laugh and blush. You say you wish you could say the.