I was looking at her face, while she was closing her eyes and still gaining her senses. She slowly opened her eyes to find my wet face. She didn’t h...sitate to kiss me. She gave me one hell of a smooch. My cock was rock hard.Now it was her turn to give me pleasure. She made me lie down as my hard cock lied on my stomach hard and erect. She put her legs around me and sat near my thighs. She let her hairs free. She looked even more sexier. She lowered herself and started kissing me again. She. "She turned slightly red. "How did you know about that? Do I really scream?" You left it on the bathroom counter one day. It must have been soon after you used it because the handle was wet. Let's just say you have a distinctive odor when you're excited. And I haven't heard any screaming but I've heard moaning coming out of your room on more than one occasion." Wow. I guess it could be worse. I could grunt like some people I know." Well, maybe we could grunt and moan together."She turned red. She was still very wet and surprisingly very tight. He moved slowly, then suddenly flicking backwards and forwards over the small clitoris, making her writhe with pleasure. He thrust in the rest of the way, his efforts rewarded by a long "Yesssss" and a rhythmic pulsing of the muscles in her vagina that threatened to suck the sperm out of him. Mary looked up at him, her eyes full of love and waiting.He asked her quietly, "Are you sure you want this?" Oh yes please darling, " she said, her voice. Flash point. Fuel load.Red flames, blood red. Should have been yellow or orange.Coal black smoke. Should have been gray or brown.No CO asphyxiation. The Harrisons made it out with time to spare. Time to grab electronic devices, the contents of a wall safe, one Roy Lichtenstein original.If I remember Gary’s strolling lecture correctly, fire wants three things -- oxygen, heat and fuel. He put the emphasis on fuel that morning on Summit.I would put my emphasis on the Harrison family. Mother,.