I felt that if I stroked at all, I would rip her stem to stern. This is what Sting calls Tantric sex. Making Love on Xanax. I ran my fingers through h...er hair. I caressed her supple skin. I kissed her forehead. I enjoyed every throb and heartbeat of her writhing body. I was barely able to push a micrometer further inside, for that was what her puffy pussy lips allowed, without separating a cell of our contact. Tap tap tap on her cervix door. She took a final deep breath and tapped me twice on. Its always important to camouflage what you want hidden at all times, or else risk discovery. I was wrapping up when the ceiling opened up."Hey, boys!" a woman said, jumping down to the cavern below. I glanced at the woman, my eyes adjusting to the light from the trapdoor above. Why didn't she ever knock? My archaeological assistant, Laura, was often overzealous, but I could forgive that much. Enthusiasm for digging work was a must- if your heart wasn't in the dig, you might as well pack up and. Each of us wants you to love us.’ ‘I love you.’ ‘Janice needs you to love her too. Karen needs you to love her too.’ ‘Are you telling me you want me to love them?’ ‘Yes! Otherwise you can’t fully love me.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?’ ‘Hot fudge sundae.’ ‘And every time we go to DQ that’s what you get. Do you offer me some?’ ‘Every time.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I like to share. I love to see you enjoying what I enjoy.’ ‘What’s your favorite movie?’ ‘Life as a House.’ ‘I knew it! I. I was less than 10 minutes behind Ann. When I walked in to our cabin I spotted Ann out on the deck. She was partially reclined on a chase lounge with her back to me. I pushed the sliding glass door open and asked, “Who wants some pizza?” Her slutty voice that only comes out when she’s extremely horny said, “Fuck the pizza! I want your tongue!” I stepped around the lounge chair to see what Ann was doing. She was still wearing the sexy silver top, and her black high heals, but the skirt was gone..