As I went I raised the visor on my helmet, taking in the air, my senors read it was safe for humans not that it would have been a problem for the Gole..., I could smell the jungle air. As I walked I picked up several life signs of small animals about. I could hear flowing water, I walked toward it, I had to jump over several obstacles as I went, soon I came upon the river, it seemed to head in the direction of signal, I decided to follow it.After a few hours of walking along the river the jungle. "I want to fuck you." He nestled his cock into its former position between my thighs.I spread my legs and arched backward, giving him better access. "Please!"He pinched my nipple and squeezed my breast. "Please what, Lynne?"I clawed at his arm, but I wasn't trying to move him. "You know what, damn it!"He licked my earlobe, then bit it. "Say it." He slipped his hand between my legs, putting pressure against my clit--but not nearly enough to make me come. "What do you want, Lynne?" You know what. In Cindy’s case, the anticipation had her pussy wet by supper time and, by the time she suggested they watch a movie she wanted to masturbate.The only stick in the spokes to her plan was that when supper was finished, and the dishes done, it was only seven o’clock, too early to go to bed. For a married couple that wouldn’t have been an issue. A wife might say, “I feel frisky. Want to get lucky?” and her husband would say, “I was hoping you’d say that.”But this wasn’t a married couple. They. Later on that afternoon, I was thinkin' about ladies and peckers again, and next thing I knowed, my pecker was all swoll up again, only this time instead of being scared it was gonna fall off, I was right proud of it. I reckoned Granma McCutcheon'd be right proud of me too if I went out and showed her, so I went into the kitchen with my jeans all poked out from my swoll up pecker, and I said, "Look at me Granma! I'm a man! Look how hard my pecker's gone!" Well, I reckon Granma musta been in one.