Turned on her side, she faced him across the gap and asked him for her flashlight. “You won’t need it anymore tonight. I may need it to bed down G...rd. He’ll be very drunk tonight. He’ll probably keep us awake with his snoring.” When Ben handed her the flashlight, Christine turned it off.Now, safely in the dark, Christine could no longer control her attack of giggling. She half-slipped out from under her blanket to embrace Ben. With her mouth close to his ear, she whispered her regrets that they. My orgasm built and built in my cunt. I could feel it building in Pyrriah’s. We were both climbing toward our orgasms. We would have such beautiful ones together.I couldn’t wait for that moment. It would be so amazing.“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, Pyrriah!”“Lasla! Lasla!” she purred, slapping her butt into mine. “I’m going to cum. Just so hard!”“You are!” I cooed. “Oh, yes, yes, you are!”Both our orgasms grew together. It was wonderful to feel her climax swelling with mine. I shuddered,. She pulled them off and tossed them back into the center of the canoe and turned back to face him so he could see her shaved pussy. She leaned back on the bow of the boat and spread her legs for Chris to get a good view of her nice wet lips. She had been looking forward to this all week. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her naked body. Chris shifted around uncomfortably as his cock got hard as a rock and strained against his own shorts. He. ." Nonsense. I've read it like a million times." Would you read it to me?" I never read it out loud. It has the voice in my head of Father. I remember his voice: kind of deep and resonant like when he spoke the earth would shake like Zeus and his thunder." He had a wonderful voice. I like yours too." Hers had a deepness with sort of a subtle tremolo as if a higher tone somehow overlapped it. Slightly roughened, it could be cigarettes or singing. She didn't smoke.She read the note."Sweet Melinda.