.. brushstroke." I emphasize the last three words by brushing my fingers across your soft breasts the last one across your pebble-hard nipples. I wrap... my left arm around you cupping your right breast in my hand and toying with the nipple. My right hand snakes its way down your trembling body until I reach your panties. "My dear, you are positively soaked!" I whisper, "Is that for me?" Yesss..." you groan.Being the gentleman that I am, I never take advantage of a lady. I rub your sex over your. It was a rare night together. They had sex about once a week, and it was usually quick and almost violent.Doug liked to take her suddenly, unexpectedly, in the hot tub, in the kitchen, once on the front steps of their townhouse late at night. It was all over in a couple of minutes. She enjoyed it -- but she also missed the slow, casual, loving, chat-between-trysts that she had enjoyed with Jason before he reunited with his girlfriend. I like to be fucked, she told herself, but I also want to be. " Anyway, you have a lot of 'em." Yeah, I buy good deals when they pop up." And you shoot all these?" Every one of 'em." Well, the first time I opened a drawer in your nightstand and saw the pistol, I was kind of shocked, but I thought, 'well, he's not a criminal.' But you have a pistol in the end table by your chair, and near the back door, and that funny little shotgun in your closet..." I know. You do know that the first rule of gun safety is to treat every gun like it's loaded, don't you?". They’d experimented other ways, too, and he remembered how for the first time they’d helped each other with their hands and later on with their mouths as they imitated the acts they’d seen their parents and their older brothers and sisters perform. They practiced rubbing on each other, and in doing so they learned the pleasure smooth warm skin beneath their hands and bodies and mouths could bring.That night the dancers began to move faster as the beat of the drums increased. The boys were.