As they continued to chat, Andrew slowly slid his hand in spurts up Louise's thigh.As they continued to chat, Andrew slowly slid his hand in spurts up Louise's thigh. Her agitation was dampened by the undoubted thrill that his strong hand was producing. It was delicious to feel his hand sliding up under her skirt ... actually it was rucking her skirt up as it rose. Louise could feel her excitement rising, and a flush rise to her face, and his strong fingers traced erotic patterns on her silken thigh. Apart from the trouble of keeping the conversation going, the main worry that she had was that she didn't know if Andrew knew when to stop. Conversation, however, was running smoothly. Somehow Andrew was able concentrate enough to talk about motor-bikes to John with no problem whatsoever. As Andrew's hand rose higher it was pushing her legs apart. Louise clenched her thighs together. There was no way that she was going to let him go any higher. Thwarted, his fingers marked time by moving in the most stimulating of patterns. Louise began to feel quite languid. When Andrew's hand moved up a bit more, Louise found that she was too weak to impede his process; she wanted to, but it felt too nice to stop. Nicole was talking when Andrew's hand moved to just below Louise's pussy. Louise's start went unnoticed, but with complete resolution, alarm bells going off all over her head, she took his hand and placed it lower down her leg. She was not going to allow any boy such liberties. |