She dropped back down onto my chest. Her arms snaked around my neck and she squeezed me tightly and then kissed my lips passionately and with fervor. ... felt her hips start rocking, even though Little Toomas was hardly more than head deep inside her. I thought she was going to push him the rest of the way out, but she pressed herself down against me time and again, trying valiantly to get him in further. It didn’t take much of this before I felt a little swelling and I heard her coo with. I kissed her on neck again and went little down. I wrapped my hand around her body and hugged her like lover. Now we did not have to communicate, our bodies were speaking our language. I lifted her in my arms, carried, and placed her on bed. She inserted her hand under my Kurta and started feeling my body. I touched her bare legs. I forgot to cay her size 18 years old with 30-26-32 figure. After we went hotel for lunch we had there and came back, she asked me to lift her. We reached house .my. Barts with a bit of trepidation. This was my first trip to the island– something I’d been needing deep down in my soul for years. It had been a stressful few years, and I’d finally quit finding reasons why I shouldn’t go, stopped listening to the logical part of my mind that said the money would be better-spent elsewhere, and said the hell with it, packed a bag, and left for a week. I’d traveled light– a simple hiking pack with a week’s clothes, a book, and a camera in it. I’d buy my toiletries. I was fast losing hope and having had more than a few irritating stand ups in my time thought this meet was going the same way. Suddenly there was light and the silhouette of two figures appeared behind the curtain and I was soon greeted by the sight of two handsome fellas. Both stood around the 6ft mark, broad shouldered and lean. As they stared at the drowned rat on their doorstep the man who I soon came to know as Sam hastily expressed his apologies for taking so long, I was just happy this.