You rise and lay the length of your body tightly to my side… looking down at me… brushing your juice soaked lips over mine… sharing my sweetness...with me as your fingers slide over my clit and inside me… bringing more and more liquid out of me with each penetrating stroke and letting it ooze into the crack of my ass… wetting me… your fingers probing deep… held firm against the rhythmic pumping of my hips. You reluctantly pull your fingers from my pussy and move between my thighs… laying over me. After John put everything away that he had justbought, including the 'Million 747', He returned inside started dinner.The next day after Elizabeth left for school John went out to hisworkshop where he assembled a ultra high speed centrifuge to try andextract the the heavy minerals. After completing the centrifuge andputting the compound in and turning it on John felt light headed and wentto make something to eat. After eating and not feeling any better hedecided he need to try and take some. I remember the methane snow flakes and the carbon ice, the first time around. The landscape around the Plume had unusually eerie feeling. Even a really long displacement such as the one I was going through now could not approximate the feeling. The memory somehow made the hair on my back rise. A distant, logical and pedantic part of my troubled, aching mind sought to inform the other part – the instinctive, impulse-driven part – that technically, I had no hair. No back for that matter either.If. He was also really cute. I came back a few days later in hopes of seeing him. This time I had to make up a book for him to find, so we could spend countless minutes together looking for it. I got rather nervous when he found a book of the same title, thinking I’d have to buy it if he produced it, but fortunately even that one was out of stock. Of course it didn’t matter, and shortly thereafter he managed to ask for my number. I played coy for a few seconds before giving it to him, feeling like.