She the only one I know to talk me off the deep end? I hope that when I do I'll get some of you a bottle of your kind."

"Why?"

"I'm sure you'll like what I've brought back," I admitted, my tone teasing you. She was almost there, leaning back as she studied your hand, her teeth brushing against your lips as you watched this one, too.

You could see her chin flutter like a star. Her eyes lolled back to you, and you knew you had to show her. You looked up at her, taking his hand lightly and watching his expression. You didn't have to take his hand back, with you, but you felt free to move your hand around hers. She's so close to you so intimately and her fingertips traced across your shirt so vividly.

She tried to push your hand away, but she was hard in her own hands, which felt like more of an attack than anything. Her hands were slick and hard in your lap, so hard you didn't know what they were doing. Your hands started to slide down and down her slit even tighter. She pulled your hand back, slowly, making herself feel quite comfortable. The feeling was so good at first I almost gave in and let go myself.

When she started to move her fingers up and down your body she leaned forward quickly, looking down at her own face with a desperate "Fuck! You