Rainier and I could feel my breath catch in my chest. I wonder if that was my body’s way of saying something as significant as Mt. Rainier was about...to happen in my life …We agree to meet at the hotel … you knock and I let you in. I smile at you and kiss you sweetly on the cheek and take your hand and lead you to a dining chair with arms by the desk. You follow without saying a word, letting me guide you completely and with all that trust that you so willingly offer me at times …I remove your. They loved it. They weren’t afraid at all and yet, again, I was very careful as the gizem layered deeper and deeper, repeating. I didn’t return to coitus until the ejaculations died down and then they both were over the top in ecstasy as the gizem bubbled back out of them, sizzling, bubbles popping, each taking turns feeling my penis moving inside, visible on the other’s stomach. So alive, they were in another place of passion, their very own realm for human girls.While we continued to fuck I. This was the vicious, atavistic part of me running the show, and fuck did it feel good!Then, almost as quickly as it came, it seeped away, and I was me again. I leaned forward, panting, grabbed her shoulders, and put my head against her back. I felt smaller, and somehow shy.When my wife was alive, we sometimes talked about how I was the bold one and she was shy before we made love. Yet, after we’d both cum, the roles were reversed, and she was bold and eager, while I was bashful. I didn’t want. I moaned and my hands were on her back and shoulders and I'd intended it to be a sexy little French kiss, like three seconds long maybe? But this was going on and on! Karen holding my head while she worked her jaw and kept our lips tightly sealed. Her surprisingly long tongue was exploring me everywhere, playing across mine and reaching for my tonsils it seemed.It was a serious, serious kiss and after a good half minute or so, I was gasping for air, feeling my lips bruised and swallowing our.