She was moaning but it was like she was urgent as she moaned; kind of the sound you make when you moan – a long drawn noise – compressed into tigh...ter space. Whatever, she clearly liked it.Before she could think, I had moved up and entered her. First time I needed to fuck! I mean needed to! The night before we had been in danger, maybe we weren’t in as much danger as we’d feared, but it felt like it. Especially that last commitment to run towards an invisible entrance to a harbour. I’d collapse. Their kiss was passionate.===================== It was uncertain who came first, both were so intent on their own orgasms that they did not notice the other one’s climax. Ross’s sweating heaving body lay slumped over an equally exhausted and panting woman, his softening cock still embedded in the clutching cunt. He slowly opened his eye and eased his upper body apart from the soft breasts that were pressed against his chest. It took a few seconds for it to register, he thought he recognised the. He was not moving, but she suspected his manhood was still fully present in the young girl’s carnal territory and neither of them had any motivation to disengage on the chance their sinful coupling would meet better success with the awakening on that very morrow.Fortunately, she was alone in her resting place with her legs crossed and her blade on her chest in the eventuality of some nocturnal attack of undetermined origin. Her memory of her behavior the night before was a bit befuddled but if. I spent the next few days in Francines home noting the sea view to bevery different suggesting we had moved. More of Manuel and Francine'sknowledge and experiences came back to me, Annette explained Frannie hadbeen killed in a fire and they wanted her back so badly they went withthis risky procedure. She knew from her speciality that a geneticduplication of Francine is out of the question given current technologyso they went with Deborah's nano reconstruction on a living host andapparently I.