“Punctuation.” “What about it?” I asked. xnx My feet were up now, and spread apart, thinking of him pushing me down, grabbing at my breasts, but he hadn’t tried for my waist..not there, just at that, AH!..special spot, where my fingers were probing and stroking…what if he had done that…This was too much for me and my legs sprang together, holding my fingers…too, intense…too good for words. He pulled my legs apart, feeling up my thighs and I sat on him…I leaned my head on his shoulder, shivering, not from the cold…from the heat and feelings of his hundred fingers and my waist moving to get more, feel more, breath more…I was gulping for air as he said dirty words in my ear…I was his “wet cunt” his “dirty cunt” his “little tart” I was a dancer too, my waist dancing on his fingers…then I said
