*finds she is not disappointed, and certainly not surprised, but merely pleased (in a sense) to have gauged you correctly*
*trembles as she tries to avoid outright squirming in your lap, her lips parted on short, airy gasps* *slips her hand down your chest, ghosts a touch across your slick abdomen, until she can curl her fingers around your length* What could I possibly have done to you? *squeezes gently and smiles a tiny, tremulous smile (how long can you stand it?)* Surely no worse than you've done to me.