Hands.

My hands. My soft, smooth, eager little girl hands. Ready hands. My ready-to-explore little girl hands. Ready to explore dangerous caves and magical mountains. Ready little girl hands to discover deep valleys and raging rivers. Little girl hands with a desirable destination. Hands with need. Shaky, nervous hands. Excited, curious hands. My hands reach up into the darkness, searching for something to make them complete hands. Focused hands. Knowing hands. My little girl hands touch her hands touch mine, hers, ours. Nervous hands collide. Together our hands make solid, sure hands. Her hands brace mine. Her hands become the bridge to my soul. My sweaty, passionate little girl hands wait silently. Her hands lead my small, naive little girl hands to her naked breasts. Little girl hands become strong adult hands. Intent little girls-adult hands feel hearts beating. Hearts beating quickly, fast, growing. Listen. Hands entangled, little girls adult hands and hers.