There is plenty of time for that later. I shift my position so that I am face to face with her. I lean down and kiss her fiercely. She kisses back jus...t as hard. We are in a hurry now to get going further. I rise up and insert my hard cock into her love tunnel. She is so tight that I have to go in slowly. It is almost like the first time. I push in further and further. She lets out a gasp followed by a big sigh. I slide in and out of her and she rises and falls with my movement. We are together. Let's leave this place first thing in the morning, or I think I'll go crazy!"Perhaps that would be the solution. He needed to put his ideas in order, to review his beliefs, to regain his old confident self, which had always had full control of his acts and never hoped to gain neither fame nor prosperity from anything other than his own efforts. He longed to be again the man he used to be, cheerful and confident in his own possibilities, instead of his frightened, superstitious fanatic he had. "Ah there it is," I thought to myself, using my fingers to massage that to which was deep inside her depths. I got into a nice smooth rhythm of licking, fingering, and massaging. I could tell she was enjoying my attention by the way she was clenching her internal muscles, and pushing her bottom back to meet my invading tongue. It was then that I had an odd thought. For some reason in the middle of all that was going on, a scene for "Conan the Barbarian" popped in my head. It was when Conan was. It wasn't about being gay. It really wasn't. It was about control. Itwas about manipulation. And, yeah, it was about getting his dick wet.The next morning -- Sophie and Daniel had slept over, in a separate room-- Clint walked down stairs in just his robe. Flower was making breakfastfor the three, and she glanced up. "Flower, will you bring me someorange juice into the den?" She nodded, then poured it and followed himinto the other room.He sat in the big chair to the right of the room. He sat,.