She was trembling now as I made way down her arm with soft kisses, and then back up towards her shoulders, traveling to the other shoulder and arm, an...d returning to her breasts. I started to caress her breasts with the palm of my hand, slightly teasing her nipples that are now erect. I moved my mouth closer and took one breast in my mouth, while tracing the areola of her other breast with my fingers. I took one nipple between my lips and started to pull them. She started to moan now. Then, I. My arms above my head, my chest rising and falling, sucking in as much oxygen as I could, and glowing in the aftermath of incredible sex. Her the warm soft cheek of her face laying on top of my soaking wet mound and feeling her warm breath against my wet inner thigh as she sought to catch her own breath. And Rod somewhere behind her I imagined through closed eyes, enjoying his own after sex feelings (whatever it is for guys). This had been a day to remember. (Well it was almost over, but not. She moaned like a porn star as I penetrated her. It was no use, I couldn't piss any more ? my cock was getting too hard. Besides, there was no sense in letting her have all the fun. I climbed off her.Charlotte opened her eyes as I moved, looking suddenly alarmed. She finished off her mouthful. "What's wrong?" She asked sheepishly. "Nothing. You like your drink? How was it?" I asked.She nodded vigorously. "Slightly salty, and warm - like bathwater."I eased her ass over to the edge of. She was very much a young American woman of Earth before she came to Arbor with Dad.River, once she got used to him, thought he was funny. Master Jo? Well, I'm not sure I know what he thinks any more. He's almost transparent most of the time these days physically, but he is far from it otherwise. He has been pretty quiet, even after having regained most of his form, as if these events are so far outside of his experience as to be mind-altering. Come to think of it, I guess they are.The training.