Some way, some day I'll hunt you down and slit your fucking throats."Tara didn't even bat an eye, which shocked the hell out of the witnessing officer... He had actually managed to record most of the verbal assault.There was still heavy breathing coming from the phone, and then the sounds of something being smashed, some yelling by someone and then the phone went dead.At that point Tara decided to take Deanna, to a distant cousin's place for safekeeping, until there was no danger to her, she. Skin communicates with skin. Fusion. Large, broad, slightly rough, warm male hands. His. Dainty, delicate soft female hands. Her’s. Exploration that seems unending. Caresses. Kisses. Tangling, untangling. Neshe’s body. Lean and hard from years of daily swimming, almost hairless yet rugged. Sharply defined planes and angles of chest and torso, nipples small chocolate isles, navel a sharp gash in the concavity of his belly, hard, solid hips and strong thighs. Snama’s body. Soft skeins of. .NO MORE...NO...MORE!!!!"With one final lick Sarah literally threw herself off of me to the floor. She was lying on her back legs spread wide juices running on her thighs. She was panting heavily trying to catch her breathe. "Are you trying to kill me" she gasps out in between breathe. I respond to her "Now why would I kill the tastiest pussy on earth, besides we arent done yet" And with that said I quickly moved to the floor with her and got between her legs. I lubricated my dick with her. ”“Okay.” But not really.“I can’t land ... wait ... water ... not land?”“Alighting ... but seaplane pilots call it landing ... or water landing ... alighting is the correct term ... but...”“Saves confusion?” I said.“Yup ... no longer flying ... but not crashed.”“Ah ... the important distinction ... not crashed.”“The big lake is littered with failed carrier landings.”“They had carriers on the great lakes?”“Converted passenger steamers ... two of ‘em. Official historians claim that every carrier.