The more I listen to the sound, the more fear I feel. It's just not natural, not right. This whole place is subtly seeping with latent horror. It isn'... meant for me. I get the distinct feeling of eyes looking at me. I'm not alone.I return my attention to the sphere, and become mesmerized by its otherworldly nature. Whatever it is, it seems to have been revered, perhaps even prayed to by the inhabitants of this place. Why else would they make it the focal point of this massive room and perhaps. I was tempted to pull the T-shirt up so I could feel her bare skin, but quickly thought better of the idea."Do you want me to take off the T-shirt?" she asked."I don't think that would be a good idea." Sammy, it's just a back rub. You have a girl friend and I have a boy friend. A T-shirt is just a T-shirt." Okay, take it off and lie on your tummy."Megan pulled the shirt off and was face down on the bed before I got a glimpse of her breasts. I watched a blush come to her face in the flickering. A woman with long hair a few yards out was lolling in the water. She called out ‘Hi’ and waved, appearing unfazed as being disturbed. She swam to the steps and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a swimsuit. She’d have a gown at the bottom of the steps, wouldn’t she? But no, the woman walked up wiping water from her hair with both hands and that action triggered interesting breast wobbles. She was blonde and had a sparse blonde patch below as well. Doug struggled to appear unembarrassed. The. She was sitting at a table with a crowd of what appeared to be druggies: unkempt young men and girls. She glanced over at me, and our eyes locked. It was unalloyed sexual magnetism, and I was consumed with lust. We kept eye contact for a few seconds, and when she got up from the table and made her way out of the bar room I followed her, into the ladies bogs, where we set upon each other like dogs in heat.There is no other way to describe what happened.She pulled down her knickers as I.