They liked to surf the net as well, sharing the excursion into lust and porn as a partnership. They shared fantasies where another was introduced into...their play, but these were just fanciful notions that added to the spice of their lovemaking.Abigail was flat on the divan, her head propped by two pillows as Paul thrust between her parted thighs in a classic missionary position. Her knees were drawn up to give him a greater access to her body and allow their pubic bones to grind against each. She started to unbutton my shirt and I slowly removed her top. As soon as I removed her top she turned her back towards me. I understood she became shy. I softly moved close to her and let my bare chest touch her back. We both got goosebumps! I did her hair on one side and started rubbing my lips on her back. Slowly I unhooked her bra with my teeth and removed it completely. She immediately covered her front with her hands.I went more close to her and softly cupped her breasts in my palms. They. It spun violently around when its rotor blades hit the snow. The blades shattered. Their pieces flew at Michael and the equipment crates. The tail rotor slammed down. Its blade broke loose and spun forward into the fuel tank. Gushing aviation gas engulfed the rolling, spinning helicopter in flame. Michael ran for his life.Dan Perkins was thrown partially out of the door. He was crushed and dead before the flames reached him. The pilot, stunned from the impact of the crash, died when he inhaled. " She said as the doors closed behind her.While the elevator moved upward, a dozen thoughts ran though Doreen's mind at once. Could she do something like that? Who would ever know? Would she ever get another chance? What would Timmy think? Did she even care?The doors opened on twelve and she took one step out, then hesitated. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back in and pressed the button for ten.Over ten minutes passed as Doreen stood outside the door to room 1005. What am I doing, she asked.