She was just panting hard with her eyes closed. I touched her panties which were soaking wet and rubbed her pussy gently. She jumped up and closed her...legs tight.I started pinching and pressing her nipples and slowly she spread her legs. I put my hand near her pussy and my hand was covered with her juices. I started fingering her with 2 fingers right away and she started moaning like a bitch in heat. “Oh my god! My pussy feels so good!! Don’t stop oh fuck!!” she kept moaning random things like. " I shrugged. Mason came in later. Only a couple of bruises showed. We spent a quiet night.We arrived at the High Priest's palacein the City of the Angels the next day. He was not happy to see me. He was even less happy to see the talisman after I showed it to him in public on his speaking platform and holding it high to show it to the people who were assembled there. There were perhaps two hundred there who saw me, the talisman, and heard the High Priest acknowledge me as the bearer of the. Richard had this way of making me feel all giddy inside just by the way he wrote and I soon discovered that I could not get enough of this feeling. Although we both lived in the same city, which was one of the details that further fueled my interest; we never spoke of meeting other than in passing or as a possibility in a very distant future. Eventually, after several months of email chat and increasingly daring pictures from me I felt comfortable enough for us to take the next step…. As he sipped his coffee and waited for his food, memories crept up on him. It always seemed to happen when he came to town, another of the many reasons he avoided civilization unless forced. He would be around people and the memories would come, rarely would they be pleasant.This diner evoked memories of a little place called Morro Bay, down the coast in central California. It was a place much like this where his last real relationship ended, damn near ten years ago. He had been back from.