If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. Chapter 2 : Paths That Merge, In Odd Configurations The smoke rose around us, escaping our lips, to twirl and swirl and drift off into the ether. It billowed in puffs, infused with sounds that tunneled up from the hidden candid recesses. Where energies, once dormant, forged themselves to take flight upon our ears. Hungry sounds, fun sounds, fuck it sounds. There was no rush of adrenaline, no fireworks, no butterflies, no angels indian up on high. There was just, invitation, acceptance, and flat-out, unbridled brilliance. It was an interesting kiss, a fun kiss, but just a kiss, just two sets of lips and tongues playing, teasing, tempting, and filling a need. He held my face in his hand with fingers half curled, the tips of them brushed my temples, frozen, in a delicious need. A pleasing grip toyed on the swelling in my jeans from his other. Inhibitions slipped away and died without remorse, carried off and away on half tittering moans and the delicious taste of passionate implications. An unexpected sensation of soft skin tickled at my fingertips and I found my palm on bare flesh, warm, silken, inviting flesh. Somehow, during this spontaneous buss, it had flashing made its way under the waistband of his pants and urged his song on, plucking on his nerves like the strings of an instrument of desire. My fingers gripped into plump, pliable muscle, hot, heavy air swaddled like a sweater around them. The middle one was pushing on a soft depression and tensing his body, with gentle, teasing probes and subtle explorations. I cradled and massaged at a firm, perky, little breast, tenderly rolling an obscenely long nipple between my thumb and middle finger. It was supple, provoking, firm, pliant. The sensations were all too familiar and feminine, save for the stiffness pressed into the muscles below my ribs. He arched his back, and pressed himself further into my side. His heat radiated into me, with a distinct disparity to the once ice cold and trembling body that laid against me a short while ago. The fire, the weed, the beer and the blood flow, tempered the synapses in our bodies, stoking the passion that was now emanating from us. I turned the Hitachi off and removed it as she shook and moaned through the orgasm with her cum dripping to the floor. Back indian in our bedroom, I went back to packing clothes into my backpack. Did anyone know she was on me? Could they tell with Genevieve facing them, her round tits bouncing before their gazes, and her pussy working up and down my girl-dick? I remember seeing one once when I was a kid. He laughed out loud, still looking right into my eyes. We are not pieces of meat. in. out. Comfort: secondplace. The storm must have released more stuff from one or other of the sunken ships below. The other quickly turned away from her. “Just that you don’t get any funny ideas!” he threatened as he raised his hand to deliver another a hard jab. "Uummphhff." With a quick kiss, she jumped out, grabbed her bag and ran up the steps. He had to relieve himself so he told Denise, Cindy, Sheila,Gina, Carol, Esperanza& Nina to follow him to the toilet . All obeyed when they were told to get on their knees &Master Rocky pissed on all their faces , for Gina & even Carol ( even though she used be a pornstar )it was a new kinky taboo experience. “Do… Do you want to join, Adam?” Megan asked me sheepishly, giving me a bashful smile. “Relax, I believe you. candid In my head, I think that I can just raise our child as a single parent and if you participate then it only benefits our child, if you choose to not participate then I’ve lost nothing since I’m acting as a single parent,” she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately. Have either of you caught your sons jerking off?” With that they rolled over and went to sleep, only Jim lay there for a while thinking about the famous Captain Nick plunging his cock into his lovely wife. It was a one strap dress, and it took me a minute to find the zipper, it was under the arm of the other side. Your response says it all.” I feel it part her lips easily as I begin to taste her juicy warm pussy. Molly was nervous, she was worried, and she was going to be thrust into an environment, flashing maybe even peer pressured into it, and she would be totally uncomfortable. Joe was rubbing on her arms while John was rubbing gently up and down her legs and her inner thighs. She lets out a breathy moan and that’s the last thread breaking, because now I’m licking her pussy like it’s made of fucking honey.