March 14th 1995, 11:35 AM; Hotel Pennsylvania; New York City, NYLooking out at the cool morning, a cold morning for March, the ugly monolith of Madiso... Square Garden stared back at George Caldwell. The stark clarity of the morning attested to its coldness. George grimaced as he watched the people march about down below in a huge crowd, bundled up against the late cold snap, rushing into the nearest empty taxis so they could escape the frigid cold. They moved like one mind, one being. It was as. I wasn’t wrong. Sarah’s eyes suddenly snapped open, her muscles visibly tightened, and her mouth formed a protracted and loud cry of “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!”. A shudder ran through her body, and she slumped forwards onto the tiles, her shoulders heaving, and her shapely rear slowly subsiding beneath the waters of the spa. I don’t know if it was a result of the close proximity of such a gloriously sexual sight as the aftermath of Sarah’s orgasm, or the heat of the sauna, but I was beginning to feel. I start rubbing your clit and cunt lips manipulating them pulling your floating body close to me. Your head rolls back in the water. I put my other hand under your back to support you so you can concentrate on what I'm doing instead of your floating.I slide my fingers inside you, curling them up to catch your gspot, my thumb taking over manipulating your clit. I sit on one of the ledges along the edge pulling your floating body over my lap. Your back occasionally touching the tops of my. He stepped forward, and she didn't shrink away, though he could see how nervous she was. Now he understood why she had trembled on their way to the dance floor. He put his arms around her carefully, and she melted into his embrace willingly. He bent his head and kissed her. It was a light kiss, tentative, an exploration, and when neither of them screamed or burst into flames, they kissed again. She parted her lips and caressed his with her tongue until he allowed her into his mouth. She moaned.