Feeling Bubbles moving her hips this way at first made Boomer wonder what she was doing. If she were trying to tell him not to touch her puckered little hole anymore, she would have just said so, wouldn't she? So what was...<br/><br/>Then it hit him. She didn't want him to quit doing it, she wanted him to<em>start</em>doing it! She had shown no hesitation to tell him things like 'stop' or 'don't stare', but had a lot more trouble telling him what she did like. Another test would tell for sure. His finger again swiped slowly up her crack, like someobody swiping a credit card that had been declined several times. He focused on her face and her taste. Things she liked seemed to add a little flavor to her as she got wetter and her face would speak volumes about how she felt about this touch.