The FeelChapter 11
"So - it's like, seeing a mix of photographs, only they aren't connected," Michelle told him. "So - oh, right there - you kind of look at them all at once, and then - just kind of see the one you're looking for." She was naked, sitting on the other side of the bed. Steve was sitting, his back to the headboard, listening to her. Well, at least 50% of the way listening to her. And she wasn't totally paying complete attention herself. Amanda was between her open legs, lazily licking...