.. - The Rhythm of the Heat - Peter GabrielRed sand, red rocks. Crimson sun hangs low on the horizon, casting longshadows the color of dried blood. My...throat is parched; I am verythirsty. I am crouched behind a rocky outcropping that overlooks a dry,desolate valley. There are others around me, similarly concealed. In myright hand is the shaft of a spear. I find its weight familiar andcomforting, yet somewhere in the back of my mind something is screamingthat this is very wrong. The sun is the. He had always took pleasure in viewing the lovely young ladies as they showered and never really noticed anything unusual when all five showered together after practice but he had the sneaking suspicion that things could get steamy and not just the showers!As practice ended he told Katy and Liz to hit the showers,he had to make the transportation arrangements to the upcoming competition that was to be held in an adjoining state next month.As the two headed for shower area Phil walked the other. ”“What!!” he exclaimed. “Do you mean you want me to have my cock and balls hanging out for the staff to see?”“Absolutely,” I replied. “I am sure that’s the only way Jack will do it. It will likely only be for a couple of weeks until Jack is comfortable with exposing himself to the women.”“Well, I must say that it’s an intriguing idea. I guess it’s worth a try. I will explain to the staff that this has been suggested by Jack’s therapist and if anybody has a problem with it, to come see me.”By. She could feel the heat and wetness from between her legs. Just as Mitch had done, she lay down on top of him, pressing her tits against him. She could feel her hard nipples rubbing against him, with nothing but heat and sweat between their two bodies. She gripped his shoulders as she continued thrusting her hips. She panted as she continued to work harder and harder. Finally, she was exhausted. She collapsed on top of him, the dildo still deep inside. A moment later, she withdrew and pulled.