Is that how it was for you when I first tried to put my hand up your skirt?”“Yes. It was scary.”I hadn’t planned it, but Brian had learned a v...aluable lesson today.We spend the afternoon doing jobs about the house. I will admit to having set him up a few times, getting him to pick up things and show his knickers. He got better at avoiding the trap, but the best was when he was in front of the hall mirrors. He bent down in front of one and saw the full moon of his exposed bottom and panties in. I shivered with the new feeling and asked, "What are you doing?"She made eye contact with me and said, "I'm loving you with my hand."I inhaled deeply, consciously relaxing my inner muscles. I knew she had small hands and wouldn't hurt me, but this was like the discovery of a new dimension. Everything from my breasts to my knees was super-sensitive, and the majority of it was centered in my womb. Her knuckles brushed my cervix as she slowly rotated her hand; her thumb and the heel of her hand. The house was lit in a low yellow glow emanating from the floor level lighting creating a perfect romantic setting. Even though it was past 2 in the night, we were wide awake thanks to getting wet in the rain.I offered Vivek a change of clothes and I changed into a casual but tight fitting top with low neck line which revealed a lot of cleavage and wore a tiny short. When we met back in the living room, Vivek’s eyes lit up seeing at my cleavage and legs. I wanted the tease to continue and. Fourteen-oh-five..."As she pushed her chair forward, a faint sound caught her attention. Somewhere ahead of her there was something unfamiliar; a rhythmic squeaking, interspersed with a clapping noise. At first she thought it sounded like someone slapping a puppy, and her heart froze at the thought that someone would treat an animal so cruelly. But as she got closer to apartment 1415, the sound clarified itself.The squeaking was definitely a girl's voice, and the slapping resolved into the.