We walked back across the sand to gather our things and grab another drink then head in to our private rented house. Dropping what little clothing we ...were wearing as we race through the house. You trap me against the kitchen table pressing your hard cock into my belly and leaning me back in a warm sensuous kiss. You lift me onto the table and spread my thighs with your hands. You draw your lips away from mine and trail down a path to my navel where you lick the salt gathered there with your. The colour of innocence... the colour of purity...the colour of virginity. Her anxious smile was partially obscured underthe frothy white veil but Peter seemed more interested in what she waswearing. It was the prettiest wedding dress he'd ever seen, simplystunning: Ivory silk-satin, full skirted, with a low scooped necklinethat daringly revealed her d?colletage. Big puffy sleeves edged withexquisite French lace were gathered at the elbow with pink ribbon bows,and the lightly boned bodice was. ..I felt his very hard cock pressing against my ass, I knew he was very horny. The forth position was with my legs wrapped around his waist in missionary, his hard cock pressed directly on my pussy. I looked in his eye and it was as if we had an unsaid agreement, he lowered his head and we started making out, his trust his tongue down my throat and I lapped at it like a kitten with milk. He bit into my neck and squeezed my breast. I heard the faint sounds of my friends whispering in the back. This they followed until it branched off to the left, and soon they were at Snake Island, a place that Thompson had never visited before. The island was shaped like a baseball field, two sides joined at a ninety degree angle, the ends of those two side joined by a long, sweeping irregular curve. Calisata and Thompson stood just off of Cibola Avenue, looking north towards the island, the City of Toronto looming in the background."Temple construction started with a bit of landscaping," began.