<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bed closest to the door.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sid<br/><br/>Their tongues courted each other, touching briefly, sliding against each other delicately just to part and reunite again.  Her hands at his sides began to pull at the fabric of his shirt, loosening it from his pants or simply inching it up slowly until her fingertips found skin.  Her fingers explored the sides of his abdomen with a gentle yet purposeful caress.  Eyes closed she she sought to know him with nothing but her touch.  His skin was soothingly warm.  His abdomen soft with enough muscular firmness to impress.<br/><br/>As her hands explored and her tongue danced, she felt his touch up her leg, along the waistband of her panties, against the side of her breast.  In an attempt to answer those unasked questions, she pressed her breast against his hand and lifted her hips as she silently hoped he'd take his time and wasn't one of those guys who simply raced for the finish.<br/><br/>