I cried out. I squirmed. I screamed as the orgasm started washing through me, from my cunt, to my tits, through my thighs, my legs, out over my arms a...d then the huge head rush, and finally it was like my whole skin was on fire. Everywhere we were touching sent new tremors through me, sent me back over the edge into a new height, a new depth, a new place. My orgasms washed one into the other and I practically lost consciousness.Finally I slowly felt myself starting to float back down to planet. She also has pale skin that looks smooth as silk and a nice round ass that I always admired whenever she wore tight pants. In my shock it took me a few seconds to realize I didn't see the straps of a bikini top so she probably wasn't wearing one and I assumed she wasn't wearing a bottom either. "Oh um hey Aunt Sarah, what are you doing here?" I finally managed to said after about a minute of silence. I still had my cock in Linda and she was begin to use her pussy muscle to squeeze my cock, it. I remember her saying if it was meant to be, it’ll be. Maybe she was right. We met at the luggage carousel again and agreed to meet the following night for a drink and dinner after the conference. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and headed off to our hotels. All that night I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I could almost smell her shampoo, the color of her skin as we swam in the river near her house and how soft her skin was as we danced at her prom. Janet was the first girl I. And if that call from the hospital was to be believed, she was neither anyway. So who, or more precisely what, was this disembodied manifestation of my beloved that I was spending all this quality time with? I tried to get her to tell me her feelings, but that went nowhere; so far as she was concerned she'd simply leaped instantaneously from being run down on the street to appearing in my apartment with a pressing urge to protect me. There was no transition, no "light" from which she'd.