But it can’t happen, and won’t happen. We love each other far too much for that to happen.”“How many girls were there, from Melanie until, wel..., let’s say until you went to Sweden?”I ran through the list I’d complied and counted.“Twenty-three.”“And before Melanie it was just two, right?”“Yes.”“So about twenty percent of your encounters happened from age fourteen to just after you turned sixteen, and really, it was compressed into about two years, if I calculate correctly.”“Yes; July of ‘77 to. “Not yet. I want to be extra naughty,” she says.Mark recognizes that twinkle in her eyes. When they had been younger, they had been very adventurous when it came to sex. They were certainly not ashamed to try new things and new people sometimes. The memories of those times have Mark’s manhood surging and ready to go.Rita leads her brother to the clothes section of the store. It is in the center, divided into sections for men and women, boys and girls and babies. She teases him a bit more,. Or rather, their torches. They themselves simplysmelled like mud. A deliberate attempt to hide their scent? I heard themsecond, speaking in low voices, that same weird language from earlierfrom which I seemed to know a few words. Again, among them were "troll"and "fire" as well as "lair" and "hunt".Lastly, I saw them. Three human figures, arranged in a semicircle aroundthe entrance of my cave. From their posture, I judged that they wereunder the mistaken impression that I was inside. No one was. I thrust up as she is coming down trying to get as deep in this gorgeous woman as possible. I feel her cervix rubbing the head as she engulfs me. Riding me she starts to moan and her eyes are closed as she is lost in the feel of our bodies meshing together. As she starts to speed up she drops down with her hands on each side of me bringing those wonderful breasts in range of my mouth. I grab one in each hand and bring them down to my lips, sucking first one then the other. I watch her face as.