Review Blog: LITTLE APRIL LITTLEAPRIL around each other, we walked to the bedroom. Then we slipped into bed and cuddled and necked for a while. It was a gentle, loving time, the kind of sharing two people in love engage in. Was I in love with Hillary? Probably, although I didn't want to admit it. Was she in love with me? Probably, but she most likely feared saying so because she thought it would scare me away.
I finally got Hillary to roll onto her stomach and began teasing her legs and buttocks with my fingers. My gentle, light caresses had the same impact on her they always did. Her breathing became more labored, her body began twitching and moving, and soft moans and murmurs came from her. By now I was very clear what her unique signals of arousal were and she was showing every one of them.
After toying with her legs quite a while, I began concentrating on the inside of her thighs. I loved the silky-soft skin there. And Hillary clearly liked it when I touched her there because she spread her legs a bit to make it easier for me to do that. More and more, I began concentrating my touch on the area where her legs and body joined, barely brushing against her labia, the little area of skin between her anus and vagina, and circling, but not touching, her tiny nether opening. Her hips were making undulating movements and I'm not sure she even knew it.
