I can feel him poking me from behind, like he's searching aimlessly for a way to get inside me, and it brings my thoughts back to his motivation. I decide it doesn't matter. As long as he keeps his fingers moving in the same motion they are right now, he can do whatever he wants to me.
He uses his hands to spread my knees apart, and then he glides into the comfortable position. I must confess that the news has made me feel better, but I won't have much time to reflect on it before he starts giving me instructions. "Take a seat and lean back against me.”
I push myself up and then shift backwards until I am sitting on him with my knees spread apart. I am doing this by pushing myself up. He grabs hold of my hips and starts guiding me up and down the ladder. I am starting out in a brand-new
