I ease my grip slightly, and swirl my tongue around the velvety flesh of his exposed, sensitive glans. Jimmy takes the hint, I feel his tongue press a...gainst my lips, the tip slipping between and catching the nerve endings that cluster along the edges, like light breaths on the glowing embers of my arousal, red brightening to orange, burning brighter as blood surges to swell the tissues. I feel my pulse as the slight change in swelling coupled with my labored breathing dip my clit down to touch. Grabbing my shirt she pulled for all she was worth, and between both of us, I was on my feet. Kent draped my arm around her neck, we started the painful walk through the loose sand back to the Humvee. The blade imbedded in my leg made it difficult to move, with every step I took, the pain grew worse. The short trip seemed to take hours, Kent was doing most of the work. Finally back at the shot-up vehicle, she tried to help me get in but I had something to take care of first. It would be a chore. “Because I want to show the rest of the class that arousal is a natural part of being near someone you find attractive, and that it doesn’t always need to lead to anything sexual happening.”“Okay then. What’s the first pose you want us to do?”“Something very simple. Sit next to each other; Allison will lay her head on your shoulder while you have a hand resting on her shoulder or arm.”“What about his other arm?” Allison asked.“That, and any other limb can rest wherever you are both comfortable. After turning the light on, she knelt beside him. “I’m back, Baby. And guess what? I killed a big, fat pheasant, and I don’t think the rest of them even know that I was there — which means that I might just be able to do it again. And you know what? I’d be willing to bet that there are hundreds of those pheasants in that big field. It just seems to go on forever. If I had a shotgun, we could have pheasant practically forever. But the one I got was so close I could have almost hit it with a.