I can feel your body starting to tremble as your orgasm builds and builds. You are fighting against your self as you want to scream out in ecstasy but...you know if you do everyone will see what a dirty girl you are. Your asshole clamps down hard on my cock locking it in your ass as the damn bursts and you start to cum. Your juices flood your friends mouth triggering her orgasm and pushing my friend over the edge as well making him fill her pussy with his cum. The feel of you cumming final pushes. .." I could hardly believe my eyes, "Watch this"I began again, pointing down the vale for the youngster. As I recited, the Zibong seemed to stop its endless back and forth motion, as if it was listening. Very strange. I got to the end of the poem and watched in wonder as the Zibong drifted off into the night. Soon it was gone."Why did it do that?" Gaku asked."I really don't know," I replied, "Maybe it is a poetry critic."Gaku chuckled, visibly relieved at seeing the Zibong gone. "Should I stay. Not that he needed much, but it would give him an opportunity to get his mind off the woman he had seen earlier. His mind seemed to constanly wander back to the images of that morning...her tight muscles, her slender legs dangling softly over the sides of her kayak, the sweat as it glistened off her tan, smooth body. It was almost sureal and yet, he knew she was real...As he drove his car along the beachline road, he let the soft sea breeze blow in and felt the warm spring sunshine on his. I didn’t say anything but he was in my face in an instant. I could feel his breath on me as he towered over me and I could hear his rapid breathing. I was scared because he’d beat me before and I knew I was no match for him and I didn’t want to fight but for some reason he wanted a fight. I stepped back but he kept close. “Leave me alone or I’ll tell mom.” “You’ll tell mom?” He mocked. “Only little bitches run to their mommies and tell punk.” “I’m no bitch stop calling me that.” I shouted.