She blinked rapidly when she was pulled away. Listening to what she said she blushed and nodded. She should have<em>stopped</em>, after all her father always stopped her after one time, didn't he? He never had it in him to go another time. Yet, Goose said she could, with him. She smiled, as she was glad she wasn't completely wrong in what she was doing. In her cheer she bounced up in down in place, though she stilled herself when she felt his hand against her stomach. It wasn't a sexual area, she had thought, but everywhere felt good when he touched it.<br/><br/>Another moment, and her own hand had sunk between her legs. She was cupping her sex. Seeing just how wet she was from everything thus far. She winced as she felt how sensitive she was there now. She squirmed in place before nodding again to Goose. Leaning in towards him, she placed an arm at either side of his head. Holding herself in place above him, she moved a singular hand back to her wetness. She started to collect in her hand as she wanted to clean up at least<em>some</em>of the mess. When she had gathered enough that there was a small puddle in her hand, she brought it forward. She looked at it and her cheeks became dark red. She gave the liquid a small lick, and then another with a whimper.