The tears had proved to be a cleansing tide, flushing out her last resistance. In the end it threw her onto a far-away beach where she was left lying ...aked under a baby-blue sky. A virgin sun kissed her newborn skin; wavelets played with the strands of her long, dark hair. Yesterday's raging storm was forgotten — as was her name, her past, her very identity. Just the muted thunder of eternal surf remained.Through time Atol had become an almost forgotten dream to her. Now it returned, changing. William walked up a moment later. “Well it wasn’t easy to convince them. They’re on the way now, I just hope it’s enough to kill him.”“Ha!” Trent let out a little louder than he intended. “As much firepower as we have lifted from the Duke, it damn well better be!”William nodded as he stepped outside to await the arms. It had better be he thought they were putting most of what they had into this operation.Within the small building Risen was still pacing. Looking over the readings he saw that. Please,” she murmured, blushing, her cheeks pink. Unsure, I looked over at Jennette who surprised me by getting up and moving behind Summer and stroking her long strawberry hair tenderly, occasionally brushing her finger tips over the ridge of her ears, along her jaw and cheekbones while I watched, my cock uncomfortably hard in my jeans.“Oh, yes,” she moaned, trembling, her legs spreading, as she slipped her other hand between her thighs. Moments later she climaxed. It was the most beautiful. I should have told him, no. It wasn’t too late! I still had my virginity. The farthest I had gone before was allowing Eddie Corcoran a quick feel, and I stopped him as his fingers combed through my bush after a night of celebration after finals. Here I was a mere three weeks later, the tongue of the President of the United States probing deeply into my most private places, and I was encouraging him! My hands were in his hair, my hips rising to meet his very talented tongue, my breath coming in.