Everything else is coming from your fellow Harbingers." But they didn't want--" But they do want to protect you and each other!" the vision declared. ...he sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry, it's hard coming up with the right words. Elizabeth was so much better at explaining these things. Damn her for not leaving her own Presence behind!" Wait, you mean Elizabeth Jellison? Jason has her journal!" Well, that's a relief. If he can read it and understand it, he'll see that there is. Squeezing them and kneading them in my hands like dough. I looked up at her. She was moaning in ecstasy as she began to thrust her cunt against my prick. Her size prevented me from a comfortable entry into her wetness. We had to think of an alternative position. I couldn’t have entered her from the rear either. Her massive butt posed an obstruction.I paused my sucking and I moved up to kiss her lips and face. I licked her. She rolled me over and moved over me. Kissing me all over and licking me. Tonight he was wearing a ‘Firefly’ t-shirt, which was one of her favorite tv series – even though it had been canceled (criminally) after only one season and she was dying to ask him if he was a fan, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it because after talking about the show, where would the conversation go next? No where. It would just start something that she couldn’t finish and so she wasn’t going to do that. Instead she contented herself with drinking in the gorgeous sight of him bent. It's part of the life. When I stayed at Tom's house we would smoke and drink into the wee hours, watching porn from his vast collection, eating pizza, and flirting (both of us) with his firecracker of a wife.I stayed in their little guest room right next to the master bedroom and, after 'retiring' for the evening, Tom and Paula would sometimes have sex, fucking like animals just feet away from me, often describing in very sexy terms (through the thin walls) who was doing what to who, who was.