They lay on the muddy sand, their bodies entwined, their hips moving, but their legs entangled, the rain streaming off their bare flesh and soaking ev...ery hair of their head and their pubes. The lovemaking was passionate, although it was still painful for Glade when Demure’s fingers first plunged into her vagina: a hole that once welcomed such ingress with a spurt of juices that would dampen her lover’s wrist. She hadn’t regained the juice her passion deserved as neither had Demure when Glade’s. ‘Everything is a conscious action now. Everything has consequences. I’m turning into a politician.’ He was aware of the slow, inexorable steps from open and honest to apparently open and considered; he would, he told himself, try and remain aware of his duplicity, at least. He was sure that people like the bishop had cultivated the public and private faces for so long, they weren’t even aware of their two-faced nature. ‘He’s probably spying on me for the King’ thought Ling, which in fact he. I sat on my bed, door closed with a million thoughts going through my head. “God I am in so much trouble….Mom probably thinks I was dry humping Kimmy….. Aw shit I have a hard on still….. I was dry humping her! the thoughts rolled through my head. I got up and locked my door, dropping my pants I took my cock into my hand and started stroking it slowly. I went over and lay on my bed stroking harder and faster.As I said I stopped growing that previous summer, so by this time, my cock was as big as. Christy curled up in his arms and rested. Soon she was totally relaxed and purring like a contented kitten. He played his fingers over her skin at firs innocently but as he saw she had recovered he got a bit more playful. His fingers stroked her arm, moving up to her upper arm then along her collarbone. He lifted her face and kissed her deeply and she moaned softly into his mouth.After the kiss she laid her head back on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck happily."Christy, you remember what.