As he reaches down and pulls my shorts down far enough to gain access, I move my legs apart in breathless anticipation, my mind screaming in silence, ..."TAKE ME! TAKE ME NOW!!" In the dark, from a distance, we simply appear to be two lovers in an embrace, against the moonlight, but in reality, his penis is growing ever harder, sliding between my cheeks, seeking a warm wet place to enter. In his excitement, he pushes a little too fast and a whimper escapes my lips as the head of his cock forces. . he was going to kill me. He ... cut me...” Jack took a sniff at the air, and then glanced over by the door, where Antoinette had laid out the bodies. He was still cradling his stomach where much of him had been ruined. “ ... were they for me?”“Do not worry about them,” she said, and dismissed the three dead humans with a wave of her hand, “continue the story. Please.”“Right ... Viktor cut me, and he’d ... his eyes ... it was like he’d gone insane. Just because I said he shouldn’t kill you.. I then excused myself and lay down. She just gurgled at my dick as I lay down.She asked me why I was not married as she surmised what she saw in my trunks. She felt it big enough. While chatting she lowered the towel on her tummy and massaged oil on her tits. It was a lovely treat for me as her areolas were big a bit smaller than salami slices and her nipples like berry seeds. I grew harder now. I felt embarrassed and asked her if she would like another beer in my room to which she readily. I put her glasses to the side of us, still afraid to look her in her beauty, her eyes, for I still run from this feeling.We breathe, still laying on our sides with our chests to one another. My thigh on her crotch. Our foreheads touching we whisper the same thing. The same nothing about the same feeling we both have no control over. I look at her before we begin to kiss wondering if that is why we run from this feeling. All of these thoughts go through my mind within seconds. It must be our.