”“When will you come to Milford again?” she asked.“I’m not sure. Thanksgiving, I guess. And probably Christmas.”“OK. I hope you’ll com...e see me when you come here.”“I will, Kara, I promise. You keep talking to Doctor Mercer and work on your issues, OK?”“I will. And Steve, thank you for telling me that God loves me.”“You’re welcome, Kara. Remember, I love you, too,” I said.She smiled and hugged her bear tight. I got up and said goodbye to Nancy and promised I’d call and asked her to please call. Then the exquisite feeling of your warmth and wetness as my hand explored your most intimate parts… your nether lips… your small yet vital pleasure point which seems to attract my fingers like a magnet… the entrance to the depths of your sex, welcoming my exploring fingers. I recall the way you murmured encouragement… how you moved your face to mine and your lips parted allowing our tongues to meet. I remember your muffled words… ‘yes… YES’ and your deep sighs of contentment. Now I am. Putting her fingers to her lips, Moria wetted them andbrought them down to her nipples. Her fingers begantheir erotic play on her nipples, tweaking them andcircling her fingers around them in small circularstrokes, ending up below her tits and moving down herflat tummy and stopping at her outer thighs.Moria kept her eyes on his and she gently massaging herthighs, making small circular movements, then herfingers moved downward to the inside of her velvetythighs and finally cupped her pubic mound. Pulling herself away from him, she knew what they both needed. Slowly trailing her hands down his body, she found herself kneeling between his legs. Without breaking eye contact he unzipped his jeans and pulled his length out. Gripping it with the strength of the sex-crazed manic she was, she lowered her lips around him. She could taste his arousal already on the top of her tongue and she wiggled in the jeans at the sight of his eyes rolling backwards and the gasp from his mouth. She was.