Laura knew he wanted. Almost to the point it was a need. And she wanted to help. She wanted him better. Her hand trailed down along his side, until she reached his boxerbriefs. Inching them down, as much as she could. Hoping a little more contact would help him.
Her heart beat rapidly, as she panted. The fabric of her panties was thin enough that she could feel the heat of his thighs against her ass. "Do not think... only feel." She whispered softly.