Saving Grace
They were now sitting face to face, so it was easy for them to touch each other, and Grace wasn’t sure whether she climbed into his lap, or whether he had grabbed her and placed her there, but she just knew she could suddenly feel him against her, his long, hard length, through the material of his sweatpants, and through the soft material of her long blue dress shirt, that had now hiked to the mid of her thigh.
His left hand held the back of her neck so that she was positioned tightly, while his right hand seemed to be everywhere at a time, skimming from her shoulder, to the side of her breasts, and causing her to moan into his mouth. His hand came to her thigh, and then it pushed up the dre