His hands weren’t going down underneath my skirt but he was still being just as firm as Daphne had been with my breasts, moving his hands everywhere and constantly making me feel everything that he was doing to me. And I could feel what this was doing to him. My cheeks started to burn as I felt a hard shaft pressing up against my crotch. I glanced down but couldn’t see anything with how close our bodies were pressed up against one another. That was probably a really good thing, too. I shivered, panting and moaning as I felt how he was touching me and how he was getting... he was getting... no, I couldn’t put it into words!