Every little bit, we'd stroke in and out a little until we felt it reach as far in as it would go for the moment. We stopped moving our hips and reste... while we breathed deeply, trying to calm down a little.Her pussy fluttered lightly around my cock and every couple seconds it squeezed down lightly from a small orgasm. We were perfectly aligned to stay there as long as we wanted, feeling the fullness within her.For a few minutes, we shared deep, passionate kisses while flowing our love around. The next morning we went down to the beach immediately after breakfast, Cathy was a different woman, gone was the shy, quiet woman, the one that had been down trodden by a man not even worthy of her, in her place was a beautiful, confident woman, a woman who actually looked like she enjoyed life.The ridiculously tiny white bikini panties she wore just about covered her slit, even her labia peeked out from either side of it, but she wore it proudly under the mini loin cloth tied loosely around. Um, maybe Tuesday night? I was here working on my dissertation. She stood up, leading us into the building. Her name was Samnag Soun. Everyone calls me Sam, though, she giggled. She went into a complicated history of the book and the controversies of its dating as we walked, Some think it was written by Gilles de Rais or Paracelsus. Or even by John Dee. No record of the books existence turn up before the 1500s you see. However, it is written in Aramaic, in a style consistent with. .' 'I may not be as old as you Roy. And no, im not commando. I'm wearing a thong.' she told him confidently. 'Oh Mo got her big girl drawers on... Mo over here wearing cat hammocks. Mmmm.' Roy said taunting her. Cat hammocks?!! What the fuck is a cat hammock? she asked. 'Pussy slings, cat hammocks.... you know its not exactly a full pair of panties, and its a sling over your pussy. So i call it a cat hammock or a pussy sling.' Mr. Harrison explained to her. 'Ohhh, okay. Well i'm wearing a cat.