I can wait."I didn't have the heart to tell her that there would be no encore performance. There never was. So we lay there with my almost-hard cock a...gainst my thigh, leaking cum. Though soft, it was impressively big and veined as she stroked it lightly, expertly, deft fingernails teasing the tender sweet spots.But there was no encore.If my cock was unresponsive, at least we had a very nice chat. As we talked she continued stroking, but it lay there against my leg, a sleeping giant.Before I. After an hour, they arrived at the little lake, about 3 miles long and 2 miles across, they stopped by some sand dunes with tall grass growing out of the top, parked the Jeep took the hamper, laid 2 towels on the sand and opened a bottle of cool white wine, pulled 2 plastic cups out and had a drink.Mike ran his hand across Erin's breasts, eased the knot on the blouse open, she wore no bra. He moved his lips down and put his mouth round her left breast and sucked, without touching her nipple,. I took a few of the crystals and worked on them to be even better than those used by the strangers. Perhaps if we threw them back, we would find out how good they were against their own shields.Captain Shingle had just received the orders from Mom. He smiled widely and his exec looked up at the mirth he felt in his captain's mind."Exec, recall our escorts. Place them so we can rendezvous as we travel." This was not seen as too odd by the second in command. "Take us to Falm 6 at your best. Monica the bitch was still yapping around. I couldn’t bear to see Kyle suffer. I threatened Monica with another beating if she didn’t shut her trap. I think fists sometimes can speak louder than words, don’t you? She stopped the bullshit. Even though Monica quit her little drama, people on campus were still looking at Kyle funny. He was the captain of the wrestling team and one of the best athletes in the United States. Yet because of his sexuality, they wouldn’t accept him. I went to Kyle’s.