'Come closer.' She whispered suddenly. 'Kneel over my stomach so that I can help.'

Immediately I knew what she meant. Why hadn't we thought of it before? I suppose seeing me straddling her thighs had given her the idea that if I was closer she could probably reach me with her good hand. I moved up the bed, still kneeling over her with my legs wide, careful not to catch her injured arm with my knee, and put my hand back between my legs, searching for my clitoris again. She waited for the moment when I began to rub myself once more and then I felt her hand on my...