My skirt slides to the ground, soon followed by my panties, and I’m nude, feeling cold and burning hot at the same time. I feel exhilarated and fe...rful. What if strangers walk by? I’ve never done something like this. Your fingers press softly against my chest, and, after a short moment, I understand and let myself be pushed backwards, step by step, until my back bumps against the dewy roughness of bark. I gasp. You giggle. Then you pull some kind of strings from your purse and step so. She would talk about her classes and how she had gotten drunk the previous night, stuff like that. I was just getting a particularly good titty show from a particularly cute fox and took full luxury in enjoying it. The following week I informed her that I was moving to a different place, but still in the same city. I wouldn't be quite as close to her campus. When I told her this she was not happy."Oh man!" She whined in disappointment."What's wrong?" I asked.She replied, "Well, we won't be able. ‘ Ronnie, Oh god! I’m cumming!’ She cried out breathlessly. She squeezed him tightly between her thighs but he showed no signs of stopping. He thrust through her orgasm. Teeth gritted, he felt her walls closing around him. He felt her release and knew if he held on she would come again for him. He slid in and out slowly again, this time kissing away the beads of sweat that appeared around her flushed face. ‘ Baby girl, come one more time for me.’ He whispered in her ear. His words made her skin. But you can’t measure it. It has no atomic weight.’ ‘But…’ Just when she was coming to terms with that impossible fact, he dropped another, equally as implausible, into her lap. ‘It also has no half-life.’ ‘What?’ She held the sample up to the light, frowning. ‘Are you sure you tested it right? Maybe there’s something wrong with the computer…’ ‘Please.’ Rolling his eyes, he sat back in the chair with a sigh. ‘I’ve been calculating atomic weight and half-life since I was in high school..