Sex between them was almost non-existent from June to August, and weekends were horrible. He brought his fishing gear to work with him and spent hours...each evening standing hip deep in Ship Creek casting over and over. Early morning weekend sex--a mainstay during the long, dark winters--was a thing of the past. Saturdays meant up before what passed for dawn in Alaska, and out the door for hour after hour of floating this creek or that river. Home late smelling of algae and sweat and, damn it,. "Where am I?" the second voice asked."Oh, we're in your bedroom," the first voice said and suddenly the lights came on to reveal two nondescript people in what appeared to be a bedroom. One of them was sitting in the chair at the desk while the other reclined on the bed."This isn't my bedroom," the second voice said from his position by the desk."True. It just lacks that inherent lived in feeling," the first voice agreed from the bed. "But then again, you're not actually among the living. !" said Josh in ac***dish angry way."If you wanna know who is the boss, I can show you who is the boss " saidjosh as he is just about to jumb over me." Oh yeah , you think you can beat me don't you ?" came out of me as wekind of starting werstling on the couch as he jumped towards me causing meto lay down back on the couch.He was holding my hands pressing our arms against each other , him tryingto push my arms back.I had one leg on the ground and the other bent and resting on the back ofthe. The one on the top. She told me; the view is so nice here, I love to be here... And my head was getting red, and my dick was getting bigger. I stood before the window, and she behind me. And she started to push her boobs against my back. I felt her breath, she was nervous too.We stood I while, to each other, and than suddenly, she said; come you have to drink something. We went down, and I asked her; I have to go to the bathroom, she said; around the corner. When I was in, the first thing I.