He's seen her. Another pause, as if weighing up the situation, coming to a decision, then the door snicking shut and a second or so later a hand on he...r arse cheek. The fingers are broad, strong. The skin warm and smooth. They sweep down, around to the inside of her thigh and then back up to touch her with her surprising gentleness on her cunt. They brush her clit, then slip right inside because now she is so wet, so wet.When the hand disengages she feels momentarily bereft, but then is rewarded. We are locked like this for I don't know how long. Touching, hands sliding against the rough fabrics we cover our tender souls with and beneath it. Intakes of breath and goosebumps when skin collides and tongues are at war with eachother. This has always been the most beautiful thing about us, and I am not ashamed of that fact. If nothing else, our bodies were made to recognize eachother. Your heart is beating. I can hear the fire pumping through your very veins. I've been waiting for so. "You're home earlier than I expected," Barry observed."The research is going nowhere," Valerie frowned. "I ran the experimentat the maximum power my equipment can generate and I cannot tell ifanything happened. I might have overexposed a few of the test subjectswe use, or maybe not. It's just so frustrating!"Barry saw the worry in her features. "Maybe I can help. Can you tell mewhat the project is about?"Valerie shrugged. "I'd love to, but unless you are part of the researchteam, the Commission. The banker built it for your great-grandmother, which is how it came into the family. After he died, she took some money she had gotten from him and added the east wing. That connected the house with the old barn and formed the living quarters for the girls. Your grandma added on the west wing.”By now Jennifer was inside the front door. A large hallway opened onto a foyer with a parquet floor, a large oaken staircase circled up to the third story, and French doors opened into the west wing..