Anal and oral play were part of almost all of our encounters. We both liked the danger of fast, spontaneous, public sex. We could also lay together fo... hours, cuddling, talking and reading, independent of the sex we were so frequently having. We had both done some pretty wild things—like threesomes, bondage, and light discipline—and had not found the limits to our mutual desire.We both set aside other lovers naturally, not because we were permanently exclusive or jealous, but because they. When you stop being a kid and still close your eyes, and see the image of your mother on her knees, long black hair draped down across her naked shoulders and back, hands on her breasts, begging up at you to bless her with your cock, calling you "master". When you dream of your sister clawing at your back as she begs you to creampie her and knock her up, sobbing that you're the only man for her. I was a bit of a pervert then. Heck, I still am, though I'm smart enough to keep it secret.Now. The carousel, loudly came to life. When it looped back around there I was smiling at you with hands on hips. I jumped up, then helped you up and onto the horse, all the while, admiring your sexy, tight ass in that short, black skirt. Hopping up behind you, I wrapped my strong arms around your waist. You pressed your back up against me. I took the opportunity to nuzzle your neck and gently lick at your earlobe. I whispered, "Your just beautiful," and ran my hand up under your blouse and across. I don't give a damn how bad you hurt. I was thinking of applying something to your wounds, but apparently you can still prevent us from doing direct damage and I found I couldn't even pick up the salt when I went to get it."What's your name?" I asked, but got no answer."So, you think you can keep the dogs off you now?" I asked."My name is Blatfo. Please, my wounds are killing me," Blatfo said."They're going to keep that up too. Unless we get some cooperation out of that Captain you are going to.