Occasionally I got a glimpse of a writhing body gliding through the ferns, then I saw two snakes at the same time. Looking about, there seemed to be h...ndreds of snakes around us. I stood motionless for fully a half hour, a cold clammy sweat pouring out of every pore, my only protection against the snakes was a pair of boots. Stella didn’t seem alarmed at all! ‘After a while things began to quiet down and the snakes seemed to have moved on to other haunts. Stella rose from her seat, smiled at. She rolled around on the bed, trying to get the blindfold off to see who was there. It was no use. No matter how hard she tried, Beth couldn't get the blindfold off. Whoever was in the room still did not speak. She was lying on her back naked.All of a sudden, she felt large hands on her hips pulling her to the edge of the bed. Then, what felt like a tongue, touched the inside of her right thigh. She tried to move away but he -- it must be a man -- held her firmly by the hips. He continued to. She said yes and stood up, running her hand up my leg and over my crotch, gently massaging it. We went into the bedroom and undressed each other. I laid her down on her back on the bed and leaned over her, my hands planted on either side of her, my engorged cock hovering between her legs. I kissed her down the neck and across her chest, slowly working my way down to her pelvis and then her thigh, less than an inch from her warm moist pussy. I was on my knees at the side of the bed, my face. What was initially very exciting is on the verge of becoming frustrating. A crisp gasp accompanies the fingertips meeting along the wall suddenly and without warning. The natural tendency to recoil restarts the heartbeat and adrenaline, and is quickly complemented by an emerging, nervous smile. Reaching back out feels so natural and contains such wondrous anticipation. This time fingers bump into wrist and after a bit of fumbling, a gentle handshake is engaged. What wonderful hands – they.