" You weren't looking for it though, now give me another kiss and rise a little bit and look at my figure again." Yes, ma'am," he muttered before foll...wing my order.Then he grabbed onto my thighs and held them somewhat tightly just before his cock began going in and out of my snatch a little faster. The development immediately came as I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip."I thought my cunt would have gotten more used to your dick by now."He suddenly stopped thrusting and shot me a dirty. As was the bed of moss on which they had slept and found pleasure and comfort in each other, night after night.He smiled. “Not much to look at now, is it?”The fur blanket and pillow that had taken so many days of hunting and endless hours of crafting, lay folded near the bed of moss, where they had left it. Not long ago, its completion had been his highest priority. Now that they slept in a real bed, on linen sheets and cotton blankets, it seemed so crude and dirty.Sticks, rocks, and bones lay. "I always wanted to learn an instrument, and play in front of an audience. It must be a rush to have a group of people hanging on your every action." You just described very accurately what it's like," I told him."Will you play for us sometime?" asked Julia."I wish I could," I replied sincerely. "But my guitar is at home, and so is my keyboard." How come you didn't bring them with you?" queried Jeannette."Well," I began, realizing that I wanted to tell this tale in spite of myself, "it's kind. ."Cynthia's voice broke and tears trickled down her cheeks. She wiped her eyes, sighed and continued."We never talked of his work, how dangerous it was, but I knew and I feared for him. He would always hug me and say everything would be fine. For ten years it was."She paused, visibly trying to compose herself. Taking a sip of her drink she continued."I was awakened one morning by the ringing of the bedside phone. It was the wife of the ships engineer, sobbing hysterically. The boat had sunk.