So we sat there, my hand sweating in his brown, large fingers.

She picked up a few twigs, and watched her brown fingers break them.

She watched the slim brown fingers, almost like a woman's.

Bowers worked the console in front of him with long brown fingers.

After what seemed to Ali a very long time indeed, the strong brown fingers touched the white wood.

She held his hand steady with long cool brown fingers.

His long thin brown fingers held the edge of the door.

His long brown fingers were delicate and precise in their movements.

He leaned forward and held up a broad brown finger.

How different from those long brown fingers whose touch her body craved so much and would never feel again!