All of You and Then Some
All of You A sweet, aching buzz rippled through me when I felt Rachel's touch through my blouse and bra. "Wow, they feel real." "They are." I lifted her hand from my breast, then kissed her fingers before holding them between my palms. "So are other parts." Another ripple passed through me as she stroked the back of my hand with a delicate fingertip. "I know, and I don't care." I could barely breathe as I asked, "Why?" My heart nearly burst when I saw her eyes glisten with...