The roving hands came up under the now-loose edge of the bodice.

The trip down the coast road to the main city had been easy except for the roving hands of the driver of the battered old car.

He caressed her spine, his roving hand lingering, as if savoring the feel of her skin.

His body stiffened far differently, the tightening in his shoulders and spine; his roving hands went still, and his mouth, while covering hers, no longer sought to invade.

He eased her roving hands off his chest, consoling them with a gentle kiss.

'License my roving hands,' and so forth.

But I'll tell Tess you've recovered enough to have roving hands.

She moved easily through the crowd, stopping a moment here to ask a question or two, slapping away a roving hand there, never losing her smile or her patience.

But in the bar of Nathan's in Georgetown, a 30-something man with a roving hand told a woman the other night: "Come on, baby, this is war.

Licence my roving hands, and let them go, Before, behind, between.