And it continued to rise, devouring her alive. In her sexual height. ————- Whatever thoughts she had about her inhibitions and submitting hers...lf with only one person was gone. Rin was completely brainwashed of nothing but luscious sex. It just felt…so…wonderful…Rin felt like she was burning up… After what seemed like many minutes, the woman lifted from her and Rin looked at her in slight confusion…until pain in her breasts, forced her to squirm and moan loudly throughout the cave, echoing her. There was not much to explore. There were no stockings, no garters not even any underwear to impede my exploreation. Only the warm smooth flesh of a woman that was hoping I was adventurous enough to find her treasure. Five minutes into the drama on stage, I was lightly tapping then pressing the higher regions of her slit with my finger tips. She was clutching my arm and by the intensity of her squeezes telling me exactly how she wished for me to procede. Her top had loosened and I could. Can Sari and I come home yet, or have you and Dad not yet taken your post coital shower yet?”“Stuart, what a thing to say, ‘John, our son wants to know if we’ll let them come home or not?’ – he just said, bring home some Chinese, but wait 30 minutes, honey?”“For my HOT momma, we can do that – see you in thirty, tell Dad we found a mole today!”“What?”“See you in a bit, Joy.”We got home, 33 minutes later, having stopped by China Delight to get a little of what everyone liked. With our arms full,. Let’s be honest here and concede that when we’re in the middle of something, we don’t stop to write down the exact detail, we don’t have a voice recorder to capture every aspect of who said what and when. So even in stories like this, we use writing skills and some imagination. As a writer, I’ve always thought that imagination is borne of experience, sometimes it’s our experience, sometimes it’s that of others. This is my experience, even if all the words and actions were not mine, and even if.