hands of an artist. He always knows just how much I need and where to touch me the most. He likes to play with my pussy with his fingers, applying just enough pressure and movement to drive me wild. He has just the right amount of endurance. Enough so that you get enough without thinking, "I wish he'd stop, already!!!" I had sent him a photocopy of a chapter from one of Anne Rice's Beauty Trilogy books. He told me that he had liked the part where she is on her knees and her