I took Kelly’s hands and helped her to her feet. I turned her toward the bench. She was no dummy, she knew exactly what I had in mind. Walking over ...o the bench she looked back to see me right behind her. She bent over pushing her beautiful butt out and looked back as I approached.With all of the groping - I mean massaging - Kelly was wet and ready. I stepped in behind her and slid my hard cock home. Kelly gasped, I moaned it felt so good. Now I wanted this time to last a while. Our bodies had. In the most pressing matter she realized at once she would have to return to Kate’s room to put the plug back in. Kate had the lube, and though she thought it was possible to reinsert the plug without any jelly, she shuddered at the thought. The next thing she realized was that it might not be a bad idea to get to know Kate better, and not just in the ‘biblical’ sense. She needed to humanize herself in Kate’s eyes. Chat her up a little. She wiped herself, and cleaned off the plug with plenty of. Instead of her usual stiffish little Dutch flip, she had her shiny black hair all pulled back round her head and knotted behind. Her eyes were luminous, her smile angelic, as always, and her hairstyle made her look somehow more mature, more grownup than ever before."Laura. Finally," she said, though without exasperation.Charise seemed to be the most patient, uncomplaining, easygoing person Laura had ever met. To Laura, currently feeling so low, she was like a special angel. Sex did not even. " I groaned as another pang assaulted my stomach. I stumbled to the side, falling from the dirt path, and leaned against a tree. I looked at my hands, at my unnaturally sharp nails; they were black and hard, nearly like obsidian. Everywhere I looked was a reminder of what I had lost; the black nails, the ashen skin, the path ahead; my slitted eyes could see well in the dark.I could even see a plume of distant smoke despite the new moon.That could mean food. But it also meant people, and they.