I sighed gently, almost inadvertently, as his touch sent shockwavesthrough my body. I slowly pulled myself close to him, trying to emulatethe feminin... noises and motions I'd seen girls do in movies. He didn'twaste time, as he pulled me in and passionately kissed me. Oh goodness,I though, I'm actually kissing a man, this is awful, I hate it! But Ididn't stop. My body wouldn't let me stop. Even if I wanted to, hewouldn't let me. I felt myself being slowly pushed towards the bed. Iknew. Vibrant eyes looking up to him, with desire for the cock in her eager mouth. The broad rounds of her bare ass were nearly touching the ground from her squatting position, the black pants and her pink laced thong were in a heap around her ankles. Her slime glossed slit drooling his white essence onto the mossy floor, the sweet stink of her juicy cunt, a beacon for the sex hungry creatures infesting the forest.The serpent that bit Mark was still close by, drawn to them by the reek of their sex,. Even as Tuck placed his hand on her shoulder, Tanda's brain etched a border around the woman's face, and then hung the portrait on a wall. The wall was Manistewa's private office at Outpost and the woman's portrait was a few feet from her husband's: Chief of the Paratime Police, Verkan Vall."Lady Dalla," Tanda said softly. "I don't think we've had the pleasure." I wasn't sure if you'd recognize me." If you'd put some clothes on, perhaps Tuck will recognize you, too. At the moment, I think he's. Almost all my makeup was off my face by the end of it. She'd felt every inch of my body with her hands, humped me from behind, practically gave me a hickey. It was fun, but it still felt kinda recreational, like this thing we did on the side of our "real relationships" with our boyfriend.Then, it happened again. Then a third time. A month later, it was a regular thing. We made out and felt each other up several times a week. She kept telling me how beautiful I was and I realized she was living.