"I don't know unless you tell me," I answered, taking perverse pleasure in making her spell it out for me. I'm not sure why this conversation was having such an effect on me but my d**k was definitely reacting.
"When we're kissing he rubs me between my legs," she whispered, or maybe it was a sigh.
"Ellie, you got upset when I didn't describe specifically what touching meant. Don't you think you should do the same and tell me whether this touching was on the outside or inside of your clothing?" I asked her as I watched her squirm on the bed.
"It started out on the outside, but I like it a lot better on the inside," she said. When I didn't respond, she continued. "Okay," she sighed, "He unsnaps my shorts and slides his hand down inside my panties. He rubs me until I get very wet, okay? Is
