He could feel her spirit. Tim forced from within her. He saw who she truly was. Ghosted over her external appearance Tim saw the image of her core. Be...ore his eyes she grew wings, beautiful white feathered wings. She was clothed in a full length white dress that covered her entire body except her head and hands. She had on strategically placed armor that appeared as silver silk and merged with her dress as if it were the same article of clothing. White and silver gloves and a helmet finished. When it's all over I sit back and try to catch my breath. My heart is beating fast from the hard work I put into getting him off and my own increasing excitement. She has straddled him again and they're obviously sharing a moment. This is making me both sad and glad to be the plus one in this adventure, I don't think any of the relationships I've had before could have survived something like this. I lean back to enjoy the view of her backside, with my hand casually between my legs, barely being. (Jill) Yeah, I watch British TV and the slang is the only thing I don't understand!(Elaine) It is just the way we speak, I suppose a stiff upper lip.(Darkside) The differences between a Brit fanny and an American one can lead to an amusing confusion!(*Wendy-J) Oh? How so?(Elaine) A fanny is something you wave to keep cool!(Darkside) A Brit. fanny, is a 'pussy'.(*Wendy-J) LOL(Darkside) Hence the phrase 'fanny pouch' raises all kinds of bemused looks in the UK and a 'fanny magnet' does the same. Only a few minutes have passed but with the doors to the house closed and the glass enclosing the patio, the room is getting hot. Her hair is stuck to her neck and her hips are bucking slowly against me. Her eyes are closed and her moans are coming freely now with the way I am sucking on her left breast and gently biting the nipple. I let my mouth drift down the side and my tongue licks all the way up her breastbone to her neck, which I kiss and nibble. I raise my hips and let press my cock.