Her pajama bottoms were made from the same fabric as the top but were just of a different color and the cut was loose by design so they bagged a great deal at the crotch. Her hand was the weapon of choice sense she could easily judge the necessary pressure to apply so she moved her hand up and gently felt her mound of flesh and instantly realized that this was not the first time she had had this urge. Either way, she was building to a wonderful experience and she could hardly wait until it came. It was the Holy Grail of places. It seemed funny to her that went ever you have an itch on one part of your body and you satisfy it with your fingers, it always shows up somewhere else. Instead, it would gracefully and smoothly fondle her bare little mounds as they begged for their own individual attention.
