Perhaps nothing of lasting value, but it doesn’t matter. The light around us is just a little warmer for now, and that’s enough now.There is somet...ing else in your eyes. Need. Desire. Hunger. You tilt your head back as I lean toward you. We kiss deeply, and warmth transmutes to heat on the softness of your lips and tongue. It *is* a dream, because such turns of moods only happen in dreams, but I don’t care. Your hand comes up to entwine in my hair, as my hands slide up your back to tangle in. We moaned together as we grabbed eachothers asses. His hands held my ass cheeks so tight as I did the same to him. His ass felt pretty nice in my hands as he had nice firm ass cheeks. He locked eyes on me and then he made his move as he got on his knees, and I watched him open wide, take my cock in his mouth and started sucking me. Nice and slow and then full on throating my cock, choking on it and gagging like a nasty slut. I was moaning like crazy watching him suck me. I stood there not. The woman-on-top position. I love this position cos in this position a woman’s boobs can be fondled perfectly, giving her great pleasure. So as Tasnia rode my cock like a mad woman, pumping up and down, I fondled her boobs, and by using her boobs to pull her to me, also maintained giving her a deep French kiss. Sometimes I stopped kissing just to see my penis vanish into her love hole repeatedly…After 15 mins of fucking, Tasnia started shaking uncontrollably, and with something like, “yeah. . they used quality metal in the top ... and the sides ... and the front. The rear bumper looked ... well ... a vague resemblance of the original equipment."It's just a little crease, Dal. It's not as bad as the 544 Volvo."The 544 was a ball of sliced and diced metal by the time they got it out of the canal. Dal did mention that. Actually, what he said, "It couldn't be as bad as the 544, there wasn't 3 inches of straight metal on it."He did have a point. The picturesque barge that the car hit.