That had been weeks ago. There hadbeen times when his mind cleared and Oren would try to think of a wayout. But the clear times had gone and the warm ...aze here all the timenow.Oren waited while the Doctor poured the rest of his lunch into thehanging bag. Without being asked, Oren resumed his constant sucking.Why am I here?It was the only thought that he could still summon on his own. The Doctortalked to him all the time, told him so many things. Was any of it true?What did the doctor want?How. Of everything. My desire for her was an echo of endless need.As the office’s resident bad boy it seemed ridiculous that we hadn’t already fucked. Finally one afternoon Emma asked me to stay late to help her with budget projections. By 5PM we were ensconced in her office, chairs close together as we huddled over her computer screen, examining endless strings of numbers. Patiently I awaited her first move, convinced the evening had nothing to do with budgets and could only end in her. Over by the hut next to the two sisters, Unna swung open the leather quilt that served as the door.“Husband?” Unna put down her sword and shield."Oh." Uve leaned out from behind a quilt that separated the hut into two rooms. At the same time, he bumped his head against a dreamcatcher that hung down from the ceiling."Unna, you are home." The brown haired Uve was completely naked and didn't wear any clothes as he greeted his wife. It was the tradition for a man not to wear any clothes whilst in. Two naked girls fighting—a turn on, the more so as their bodies became slippery withsweat in the heat, the sand sticking to them. Eventually Louise had the advantage of Sandra, gaining the upper hand she planted her knees astride Sandra’s hips holding them down and her hands firmly pushing Sandra’s wrists into the sand. Sandra could not move. Sandra’s dark, dark curls glistened with perspiration, her large chest with the big round puffy areolae heaving. Louise gazed down into her face in.