They were two miles into the race at 16:10 and Amy tried to speed up a little, but had to weave through the crowd and when she emerged, John appeared ...t her side again, chatting away as if having the time of his life. ‘Do you want to pick it up, Amy? You seem to have some kick left in you. Don’t hold back on my account.’ Amy didn’t answer. It took all her concentration to look ahead for gaps in the crowd and weave her way through. They could see the finish line in the distance and she gave it. Smiling back at her he begins to kiss her more passionately. As the two lovers kiss he runs his fingers through her soft golden blond hair she moves her body closer to him and begins to hold him tighter. He feels her hands softly tickle the pits oh his back and a soft moan comes from his mouth. He turns her over lifting the back of her hair and exposing her neck kissing her neck softly with small pecks around her ears she pushes her self back to him enjoying his kisses she says in a soft low. But she hadn't. She moved her fingers inside me and breathed down my neck until she was ready to answer.AnnIt was late, my girl was very tired, but sometimes answers can't wait. Holding her in my arms, two fingers nestled inside her warmth, her head on my shoulder as I kissed her neck and let my thumb trace endless aimless spirals on her mons, I answered."I understand my love, and I will never let you out of my control, my care, but that does not mean I'll always be with you, or even in the. . I've only been here for an hour and I'm already lost - it just figures." She sighed, pushing her hair back and looking around for a friendly face to ask for some much needed help. She felt even more lost when no one looked back at her - in fact, they seemed more intimidated by her dark skin, contrasting sharply with the snow on the ground outside and the light skin that surrounded here. She walked outside, wincing at the bright light that reflected off the snow and went back to her map. When.