After the meeting, I visited him and suddenly he stroked my hand.

She stroked his hand, for he obviously did not know what to say next.

The man's movement stroked my hand over the once living fur.

It was there in his eyes, the way he stroked my hand.

All the while, he stroked her hand, although only softly.

Then stroked his hand up her ribs and along an arm.

She was stroking his hand and looking off into the distance.

I stroked my hand up the long, hard shaft of him.

After a long moment she reached up and started stroking his hand.

As I started into the water, he leaned over suddenly and stroked his hand down my side.