" I will never leave you," I said, perhaps foolishly. It's for certain that the gods laugh at such pride and conceit on the part of lovers. But I was ...ew to the Art of Loving, and didn't know any better.Not yet a time for lovemaking, we both snuggled down on the bed, and kissed and caressed, inhaled each other's sweet, moist fragrance, assessed each other's state of arousal by pressing lips to softly-fevered flesh, lightly connected fingers to moisture. I remember my hands softly cupping Kira's. You are always the wet one, or at least the wetter of the two of us. The louder as well; so much gasping and panting and moaning - enough to wake up both the living and the dead. I deal with that as I always do, by grabbing your hair, pulling your head back and kissing your lips, thrusting my tongue deep inside of your mouth, probing, touching your tongue and sucking it into my mouth. I caress your tongue with mine and hold your head in my hands and kiss you as deeply and intimately and. Sherrie’s breathing makes her collar bone rise and fall. The door closes behind her. Now my own breathing is reverberated. Sherrie moves to me, places the cooling bag on my clavicle. Tapping my shoulder, she adds “30 seconds in front, then in back,” as she balances herself on the shower’s edge, beside me. I sigh and stare ahead at nothing in particular, my fingertips numbing.“It’s probably muscle strain,” she motions her head to the bedroom, where I had pressed all of myself down upon her.. Not with Danny and Marsha in the back seat, anyway, but the residue of the thought left him with an idea. He started the car. "You think of something?" Amy said."Yeah," Josh replied. "Let's go out to my sister's house. Maybe we can get my brother-in-law to turn his telescope on the moon." That's a great idea," Danny said. "I don't know why we haven't thought of that before." He turned to Marsha, but said loud enough for Amy to hear, "His brother-in-law has got this great big telescope, in his.