As we were about to leave the locker-room, he pushed me up against the wall and fervently begun kissing me. I tried to fight him off initially, but st...ll being woozy, I capitulated.“Please come home with me tonight. I know the bets over, but I need more, please,” he begged.With my mind racing, I didn’t know how to respond. Again, he repeated, “Please, Ross.” I then nodded, yes.As we exited the gym he told me he wasn’t happy with me driving, and that we could collect my pick-up the following. The barbs stroked every part of her inner walls as they were pushed and pulled with his strokes.Thick lubricant from his tip allowed him to move with greater ease as it coated her insides. As he picked up speed the textured parts of his shaft created an almost buzzing sensation whenever he entered and exited. Each stroke was punctuated by her uninhibited cries of pleasure even as her bare skin was scratched by the tree she desperately clung to.Her every nerve was lit up as the barbs moved along. It was hard to tell for sure because she dressed to hide her shape.Thinking about Stacy’s shape got me thinking about undressing Stacy with my teeth and discovering all of her special spots, then figuring out how to exploit them all for her pleasure. There was so little actual information available that it was mostly guesswork when trying to picture Stacy’s body. Once I started thinking about pleasuring Stacy, Mr. Johnson began to demand her attention.That was definitely not on the menu during. They were entering their first run of the day, traveling due west at 72 kph. The sun was just breaking on the surface below, though at their height they had been enjoying the golden light for several minutes.Eliana idly recorded the sun's azimuth at 135 degrees into her log and then turned to her companion. "This is perfect Basel. The auto-pilot will keep us at a constant height of 1120 meters above the local terrain, and even with the highest peaks in the area, we still have nice buffer of.