Her lips were soft and it felt like I was longing for them. We were kissing passionately as if we were long lost lovers who saw each other after a dec...ade. Our hands moved over each other’s bodies, exploring and feeling every inch of it. She cupped my breast and slid her hand inside the bandage feeling my nipples and started pinching them slowly. I was getting weak in my knees and getting wet as well. She took her right hand and ran it through my hair while pressing harder on my lips. It was all. . I have some family who are ... active in the occult, in Santeria, in fact. I just ... knew that you were supernatural somehow. You’re not ... the Antichrist, are you?” Sandra wondered aloud.“Why do people keep asking me that? No, technically, I’m not the Antichrist, but you know, strictly speaking, I was ... scheduled ... to be the Antichrist. Those plans ... are not quite in play anymore. Instead, I’m rewriting the canon. As in, editing Scripture. Some parts of the old plan are still in. His fingertips found her nipple. ‘Ah!’ she squeaked. Her body went wild from the small touch. Her legs nearly gave out from underneath her. Touching herself wasn’t the same as another man feeling her, inching his hand painfully slow up her body. She wished she could imitate the touch, but she couldn’t. ‘How long, Leah?’ Alex demanded. ‘Too long,’ she gasped. ‘How long?’ ‘Too long!’ Her hands reached under her shirt and pushed his hand into her breast. She wanted him to roll her nipples in his. I sit on the edge of my bed and slowly massage body lotion all over. Starting with my arms, I feel all along my shoulders, down to my elbows, to my wrists and between each slender finger. I lean forward and move on to my legs, stroking my feet and calves. Even the jagged scar on my knee appears sexy - a rminder of a sporting injury from many years ago. I firmly massage my thighs, not daring to go too high or touch the soft, sensitive flesh at the very top. I raise my head and look at my.