I could hear Seeta too is breathing hard. Our naked bodies still connected together with my chest firmly pressing her naked breasts. My cock by now st...rted getting limp but still inside her transferring the last remains of my semen. Seeta still said nothing and laid the position. I didn’t have enough guts to look at her face. We both made no moves to untangle as my exhaustion slipped me into deep sleep. The next morning when I got up, Seeta is not seen anywhere. I was still lying naked on my. When we got up there Andy said he had to get something from inside. The other three were still in there, and I kind of wondered what was taking them so long. So Cole and I got into the hot tub, me sipping on my third beer, feeling his legs brushing against mine. I kind of liked the feeling, the warm sun, the swirling water, a strange man alone with me brushing against me, and I was feeling a little drunk. I undid my bikini top under the water, and dropped it over the side of the tub. Cole. Goran held the last two wrapped bundles from the city. He handed one to Cat who looked at him questioningly. It was heavy in her hands. With a flick of his head, he motioned her to open it. She unwrapped the heavy cloth, which was really a blanket. She laid it on the ground to expose its contents, already anticipating what it was by its weight and rigid shape but uncertain about its implication. What she found was the sword Goran chose from caravan. The blade sparkled in the light and looked as. She stopped now, feeling herself in her clothes, the weight of her own breasts, the thick hunger in her vagina. When she turned her attention to her own body she realized that she felt terribly vulnerable and terribly sexy. It was a scary, edgy feeling she’d learned to savor. It made her feel peculiarly alive.She had never even bothered to create a conscious rationale for what she was doing. Since she had accidentally gotten off the subway at the wrong stop several weeks ago, she found that.