As he thrusted, Skye got behind Jay and lay on his back. The warmth of Skye’s skin on Jay’s back almost doubled the sensation of pleasure.“Oh, f...ck yea,” Sage whispered. Skye pushed Jay’s buttocks, thrusting it deeper into Sage. After a few minutes Jay got up and flipped Sage onto her knees in a doggystyle position. Skye eagerly kneeled down right next to Sage, apparently the girls did not mind if Jay “double dipped” with them. The bottom of their soles were dirty from walking around. I had only ever seen pictures of the artist in middle age just before his disappearance, never in his youth. Even so, from the facial features, I could recognize that this was Paul Turcotte, perhaps in his late teens or twenties. Like the satyr, he was naked and sported an erection. The artist’s cock was not as big as that of his lover, but it was beautifully shaped and proportioned for his body.Becoming more eager and aroused, I went on to the next page. There was another picture of the satyr,. A short distance from the cabin door, the creek wound through the steep terrain. Nearer the cabin, a little higher than the humble cabin, a dark opening blemished the mountain. This patch of mountain real estate was the Elder/Decker claim.The mine yielded little, yet demanded much in return. Bent backs, sore muscles, hours freezing in the cold water of the brook, or hard work digging deeper into the mountain. In return, she gave them enough crystal encrusted rock with golden veins, nuggets, and. We were talking about stress so I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said “I wish, none of these boys know what I need”, I laughed at her, I knew exactly what she needed. We sat down at the water fountain by the poly-sci building and talked for a few minutes and she kept asking me why I was smurking so much. I leaned over and whispered in her hear “because I know exactly what a slut like you needs”. As I whispered this in her hear, I reached over with my left hand and grabbed her left tit.