The fishing trawler was nowhere in sight.It turned out that Ken never had to use his GPS or his radio. He had come down less than a kilometer from the...luxury, sixty-foot private fishing trawler called John's Little Hobby. The trawler chugged right over to him and reached his position in less than five minutes. A man stood on the deck. It went without saying that he was cognate based on the fact that he was participating in The Mission at all, but even without that, Ken would have pegged him as. She grinned down at him deviously, biting her lip and lifting her hips forward and off of the wall towards him. It was more than enough of an invitation than he needed. He pushed one of her legs up with his hand just high enough, holding her tight at the waist with the other hand and ducking between her legs to run a slow and teasing lick right at the base of her clit and upwards. She lost a beat or two of her heart in the all-too-quick movement, instant goose bumps running up her spine.. I adjusted my position over her so that I could lick and suckle her left nipple.Lorelei’s eyes opened wide at this maneuver and she began drawing in quick breaths and moaning. “Unghhh….Huuugh …Oh god Michael that feels so good. Do you like my boobs? Do the other one…Oh god…I’m sooo wet.” I just made myself comfortable and for the next half hour or so I felt, and kissed and nibbled and teased her tits. She was thrusting her hips up to press my now rock hard dick and was basically dry humping me. The air was heavy with the scent of wild flowers. Jennifer remembered it was just like this that morning over a year ago when she had first found the Glade. Every blade of grass and bright flower seemed clear and distinct, as if, though she passed a hundred thousand, she would remember each individually. She wondered if it was always true that one seemed more aware of the world close to the time to leave it.With deliberate steps she followed the path along the stream and took the still hidden.