.. !" He withstood the eighth wave, but the impact was worse than getting run over by a vehicle. By now he was panting heavily and held himself up by ...heer willpower."Here come the ninth". Zetsa was biting her lips. "Still standing after eight waves..." She was the stabilizing force that managed the output of the Soul Pressure formation, to not discharge a too large level of pressure in one go, but it was up to Zax to decided when he can take no more so his soul will not suffer any harm. If she. Courtney climbed into the bed and slid herself over to be in direct contact with Darryl. She rolled over on her side as though she were studying him until finally she leaned over and gave him another warm and loving but not provocative kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love and trust and hope rather than sex and passion. On breaking the kiss she cradled his head in her arms and pulled him to her breast. The softness and warmth of a woman's breast drew the fear and despair from him, replacing it. Jennie rested her elbow on the desk and peeping through her outstretched thumb and fingers resting on her hot brow, she replied, “He’s looking up my skirt and feeling his crotch.” “Oh Yes! He’s feeling himself, I’m feeling myself and I want you to do the same.” Jennie was caught up in the flow of two sexually aroused people and was now the centre of both their attentions. She felt aroused by it, she felt safe by it and she felt an obligation to learn from her friend. And so…she began to. I focused on the task at hand, grabbing her wine glass and putting it down. Our lips locked in another embrace and I pulled her close. The taste of my cum lingered in her mouth as I slid my tongue into her mouth to meet hers. She let out a moan as the collided and she slid deeper into my arms. I traced my hand down her body to her luscious mounds; she let out a little gasp as my hand drew across her nipple. Working my hand back up to her shoulder I carefully slid the strap of her baby doll off.