A perfume of your body, floral fields and coconut shampoo. Your eyes are starlight to me. I've also seen fireworks burst behind them, reflections of a...n exploding sky above as we shared our first kiss in thick summer heat. Warm lips upon mine, curiously searching. Such a quick kiss, almost tentative, but a fever spread instantly the uncertainty of the uncertainty of the new overtaken by an awakened need. Your skin is the moon. I've seen it from a distance, almost unreachable, a plain of fair. However, it's also my arian tendencies that allow me to have faith in it all working out without stressing too much. Famished and a bit jet-lagged, I stop in for a bite at Gallagher's Pub on E Broadway. I sit at a table and set my bag down on the chair beside me. I order a Celtic Caesar salad with Cajun chicken and a pint of Craft beer. As I eat my lunch I ponder my next step, I wonder how far I am from the beach. It’s 2PM and the only other person in the pub is the bartender. He's good. When her pussy was dripping from this she raised his shaft and slid down, they slid together like they were made to fit together. As he found the ‘bottom’ she tensed at first, then when she relaxed the last one-half inch slid in. They moved together like dancing. Their first might be their best. He caressed and kissed her. She nibbled and sucked on all those places he loved to have nibbled.They rode for a long time and switched. He slid his way on top and began to pick up the pace, faster,. "Hey don't!"She shrugged. "They are nothing! Let me see your shoulder."Tristan turned. The rifle shot had just grazed his shoulder and burned his shirt. He winced as Aesia touched the wound with her fingers. The beam had seared the skin, sealing the wound."You were lucky, it will be sore for a couple of days but it is nothing serious."She turned and stepped through the large craft's open door. "Come on, we must go now!"They entered the craft, and Aesia went immediately to one of the two seats.