his hands to go wherever they wanted. They were usually warm and would gently squeeze my breasts, making my nipples stiffen. Then down they'd travel, across my stomach until finding their way inside my bloomers and between my legs. There, one hand would rub and tickle and poke inside. The other hand, Sawyer would keep to himself, tucked inside his pants and moving back and forth, going faster as he touched me until he made a grunting sound. Then he'd turn over and go to