<em>"Something like that,"</em>Patti hissed, but her smile said oh-so much more.  Those gripping fingertips would never quite let up on Terry's hair, and when he so ungracefully sunk himself back into her heat once more she'd actually squeeze tighter.  Her other hand sank its nails into the rear face of his shoulder, digging tightly up until his weight coerced her form centimeters up along the car's hood.  Thankfully he stopped, and now with avid, panted breaths Mrs. Lind caught her bearings.<em>"God, you know exactly how to do it," </em>she sighed, and then that hand withdrew from the man's back only to loop beneath his arm and plant instead upon the tightly packed flesh of his right asscheek.  She gave him a good, firm squeeze.