April’s heart pounded in her ears as she watched Jacques die. Contrary to fictional accounts, no one can survive contact with hard vacuum for more t...an thirty seconds before losing consciousness, and she had made certain by knocking the unfortunate Jacques senseless. She dropped the rock and effortlessly held his body upright in Arwen’s gravity as his life dissipated in a cloud of blood and water from his shattered helmet.She picked him up, and moving carefully, stepped over to the steeper part. Maybe the man was doing other things with his tongue, too. Trembling a little, she looked at the two remaining pictures. One showed the man standing up with his hands cupped under the redhead's ass to hold her up. It looked as if his cock were deep inside the woman, and her legs were wrapped behind the small of his back.Billie-Ann sighed and looked at the last photo. Another wave of excitement coursed through her chest. The couple was hunkered over each other, ass to head, the man with his face. It's so strange, yet so wonderful."I nibbled her neck and her ear a bit then took a deep breath of her suddenly-musky smell. "You smell intoxicating," I told her. "Your very scent seems to drive me insane with the desire to hold you and love you forever. Janet, you're the moonlight over the still waters of a clear mountain lake -- you illuminate the joy and wonder of life."We kissed again and again; each time was more wonderful, more fulfilling and deeper than the last.Finally, we managed to. Without that arm, without her hand tightly circling my wrist, I’d be little more than a giant, twitching pool of cum juice spreading across the bar’s cool tiled floor. “I think we ought to go and find you that drink.” So she leads me; left hand gripping my left wrist, her right arm encircling my narrow waist, her right palm burning into my quivering stomach as her saliva damp fingers teases their way along my panties line and stroke the gentle bulge that signals the start of my pubic mound..