The sounds were music. Or maybe not music at all. They were sounds as lazy as the rising globs. His entire world seemed in slow motion.Every slow brea...h he took filled his head with memories. Not real memories. Just luke-warm breezes of artificially remembered happiness. They were long gone feelings of being well... well... being... Then there was the voice.It was a throaty female voice. It seemed to use words, even sentences. But they were like a foreign language to him. Like when you can't. "Make love to me Elliot. Don?t fuck me, don?t bang me, don?t hump me...make love to me like you care," Poppy whispered.That?s exactly what Elliot did. They took their time, they knew exactlyhow to pleasure each other and they did it, but they did it slowly,tenderly, intimately.They fell asleep in each other?s arms and when Elliot awoke he had madehis decision."I?ll get Brett Mendelsohn down here first thing and tell him that youare going to disavow your testimony. He?s going to hit the roof. You are soon standing with your family, overlooking the sheer cliff in front of you, sweat drips down your forehead as the sun starts beating down you, your mother looks at you and your sister "we are supposed to wait here for the tour guide and the other people, it seems we arrived a little early, you two stay here and me and your dad will grab the sun screen, don't want you getting any burns!"As your parents leave your sisters smile drops "I know you don't want to be here and trust me I don't. Sumit was now rubbing and playing with my clitoris, immediately bringing me to a high orgasm. I was surprised at how nature teaches the art of sex. Here was a virgin boy who in his late teen with a nude woman who is in her thirties, hugging, kissing and caressing. I was glad that I had just the same day did whole body waxing.I lowered my hand and reached between his thighs. He too widened his legs giving me better access. Oh my God! His phallus was huge, to say the least. Fat, long and steel.