Feeling the hand slow down, Anna's mind could only settle on the fact that the hand could NOT slow down. Not now! With her hand still on the fake hand, having enjoyed the ride, Anna grasped it firmly, moving it again by herself. Keeping up a good speed, she watched as Jean pulled her pants down, revealing purple panties. She suddenly liked purple, lacey panties.
Rogue felt the familiar pressure in her stomach as she continued to rub the fingers against her folds. Moistening the tip of one, she brought it to her clitoris, gasping and spasming as she felt the fingers gently take her rythm of her rubbing. Keeping from crying out, she hit the corner of her pillow and kept up the quick speed with which she rubbed herself.
It was only a matter of time before Rogue cried out, sound muffled by the pillow and her body arched off the bed. She could feel her juices roll onto the fake hand before she settled back down, eyes closed. "Oh God..."