In the process she slid off his cock. She pushed Dylan towards the shore, her hand around his cock as they splashed towards the shore. Dylan stumbled ...and fell backwards, briefly submerged before he rose back out of the water. Sat on the sea bed, the water was chest high, rising with the tide to just below Dylan's chin. Heather placed one hand on his shoulder as she sank deeper into the water, sliding her legs either side of Dylan's waist. Her other hand gripped his cock. She could feel the vein. .. silver. Bright and beautiful. Delicate ears, a face almost pretty, but so beautiful, and a slim body. He didn’t scare me like the other male of his group, the hulking Thrak.Chaun was perfect.“Take me to your nest,” I moaned. “Let us continue loving each other.”“Nest?” he groaned.“Yes, yes, in the guest aerie.”“Right. Room.”I groaned as I slid off his cock. His seed spilled out of me, running down my legs as I stood. The music still played, but the singing low. We were one of the last couples. He figured I would be dead from the overdose orwithdrawal of the drug. Wasn't he surprised, when after 2 months of hell Iactually pulled through and began to mend. I had weighed 59 lbs when Iwent into the hospital that day and I was just topping a 100, 6 monthslater, when I was released.The divorce was brutal! He tried every trick in the book. He didn't getthe 5 million insurance, he didn't get the house, the car, or the savings,not that there was anything to have really, it was all. ?Please officer, let me explain,? I begged with my semi girlish voice.?You are under arrest for false representation of identity,? he said to me while he started writing on a notebook on the top of my car?s roof commenting:?These guys are going to have fun tonight at the jail.??But George, there must be something we can do,? I said almost crying as I read his name from his ID badge.?Well?you are right. There?s always something you can do,? unzipping his pants right in front of my window.It was.