She pressed back onto him, forcing him deeper, painfully deeper, until it was physically impossible to go further. Obligingly he fucked her, one hand ...esting on her lower back as he watched the place where his shaft was disappearing into her, quicker and quicker, her body eating him alive. Her fingers curled, nails digging into the floor as she moaned. He could feel her tightening around him. His own body was tensing, and suddenly he was shooting off inside her with a pleasure like bright. I went towards her and hugged her tight. I kissed her. Her boobs were ramming against my chest. I could sense her breath getting intense. I grabbed her ass and gave a spank on it. I started kissing her neck and could feel her warm breath on my shoulders but she wasn’t over with the kiss and grabbed my face and again started kissing me. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and our tongues met. I could taste her saliva in my mouth. I made her lay down and started playing with her boobs. Without. Everyone was beyond tired from the terrible night before and the day’s work, but no one was going to leave until the last grave was filled and the last story told.Something about the ritual of burial and grieving seemed to break the damn of numbness and horror that had held the crew in it’s grim since the battle against the Grindylow. The Captain could feel it. The sadness was there, but the hollow despair was lifting. The crew was feeling the loss of their comrades, and bonding through the. "Ahh, SO much better," Kayla sighs as she rests her head against myshoulder. "You know, if we DO go to America, there'll be even morepress hounding us everywhere we go? Especially in New York or LA." I know," I sigh, mentally adding 'all the more reason to go publicnow' to the end of my response. "Looking forward to it?" What, becoming a superstar on both sides of the Atlantic? Umm, yes!"Kayla replies with a giggle."Well, obviously," I giggle. "I meant the wedding though, the 'privategig' sort.