Gary clicked his tongue. How did it always turn into a competition? Not that he was complaining, this was the best part. Well... Very nearly the best part. But there was no rush, despite the electric thrill running up his body.<br/><br/>Slowly, carefully, he moved one hand to her chest, his fingers brushing aimlessly over the fabric of her vest and shirt. Just a light touch, and then he moved on to the next spot. His other hand looped around the back, and he dragged his hand up and down along her spine.