"Do you feel funny there too?" she breathily squeaked lifting her head some. I had sat sideways on the bed and her eyes looked at my crotch. There was... a soaked wet spot visible, and she reached out and rubbed it with her tiny fingers. "Can I touch you there?" It was well beyond the asking, as her fingers deftly slipped under my panties and pulled the material aside, exposing my tangled mess of wet pubic hair and the gaping gash of my pussy. My secretions were dripping even before she had. As he made his way around the large rock, he thought about all the other people who had special memories of this spot, even though he was convinced that none of them could possibly match his. He vividly recalled a naked, wet goddess, laying in the moonlight on this very boulder, as he drove his tongue into her even wetter pussy, in the middle of an endless summer. He remembered sitting here while this dripping-wet nymph worshiped his tool with her mouth, the very vision of happiness. He. My sweet six inch clitty dick was growing rock hard down in Sherry's little red Lacey. Her silky stockings were caressing my legs and giving me so much pleasure to wear, as well. I was in ecstasy as my black leather-clad blonde girlfriend took control of me like a pimp does his whore and insisted that I wear her lingerie and suck and fuck lots of men every day. Then I would get to have sex with her when she came home. I would just be a whore boy for day calls. My job every day would be to wake. I thought of her as being cozy and dry in her salt cave, but of course, she wasn't necessarily there. She could be anywhere she wanted to be."I saw that your GPS indicators stopped moving 130 feet from the Qiujiang River," she said. "So I assumed that you were resting there before moving on." We are exhausted, Io," I said, "from being in the cold water so long. Next time, can we go after some bad guys in Palm Springs?" I'll see what I can do. Checking the online yellow pages under 'bad guys.'.