I moan of please poured from Claude as her hand gripped him. It was a wondrous sensation that encouraged him to be more forward. His hands moved of their own will, both sliding to her womanhood. One hand went lower, the other went higher. Claude's lower hand's middle finger slowly prodded the entry of her womanhood, gently making swirls around it ever so gently, but not yet inside of her. His higher hand's middle and index finger were on either side of her clitoris, rubbing her a bit more firmly that his lower hand as one finger was pulled up, the other pushed down, then reverse. Claude planted a barrage of kisses on the back of her neck, the back of her head, all over her shoulders, and even her ears, doing everything he could to show her his affection and stimulate her.<br/><br/>"I love you, Stella, my wife" He said to her