It was a matter of survival; something that had to be done and better done quickly. Having sex this way is like having a ‘quickie’, its over in a ...atter of minutes with no love, no affection and no seduction. Zorko left me to join Callopia as I changed my bedding which was covered in cum. After climbing back into my new clean bed, I drifted off into a deep sleep. Today was the first expected day of my normal period, one that I awaited with much anticipation. Late in the day, I developed a. It penetrated a little. “Fuck, yeah,” he said. “More.” I pressed more and felt his muscle relax around my tongue. Not wanting to do something completely gross, I slipped my index finger inside. Dr. Cargill jumped at the intrusion, not because it was unwelcome, but because he wanted it. I worked my finger against his prostate and stroked his cock with my free hand. I felt pre-cum on my hand and used it as lube. He was getting close to cumming and I couldn’t help feeling proud of myself for that.. It had snowed overnight, just a few inches on the ground and the storm had passed that morning, leaving it cold and crisp under blue skies. Amy rushed home after school let out, and changed into warm running gear, then got on the subway headed for Central Park. She checked her phone once and saw a photo from John, an interesting perspective of rows of buildings that mirrored each other with just the hint of a sunrise between them. ‘Did you lie down in the middle of the street to take that one?’. They paused again at the head of the falls, removed crampons, finished the coffee. Rollups glowed and he produced a hipflask. – No thanks John, don’t you remember the path down the waterfall? He shook his head. – Well, let’s not spoil a great day with a silly mistake: it’s a tricky enough descent in summer daylight. He called as they negotiated the slithering zigzags of the path by the roaring falls, frosted mud on icy rock, wet from constant spray: – You’re right again, whisky wouldn’t.