This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted todownload, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action containsthese ...isclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story.All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and anyresemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. Theparameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at thediscretion. And I couldn't find it.Then came one of the single most significant moments of what was to become an amazing three weeks... I said to Christine, "Does this open at the front?" I saw her grin in the street light glow and she nodded. No objections, just a little tease. So I reached to the front and unhooked her bra then pulled it to the sides to expose her (very lush) tits. (Christine)In a feeble attempt to defuse the intensity that had slowly been building, I tried to make light of the surreal. I'm... soooo... full... oh... oh... oh... fuck... me... fuck... me...". Miguel's brown hands were splayed across her stocking tops as he held her legs as he rode her. He was giving her powerful, quick thrusts, and she was meeting every one. Miguel was grunting with each stroke as he banged into her pussy. Faster and faster he pumped. I knew he must be close. I was stroking my cock through my trousers in time to their fucking. "Ughhhhhhh" he groaned as he started to come. Astrid thrust back at. Now he watches as my body sways when his fingers find the rose in bloom, swollen, and sweating with desire. His eyes are on my face as he rubs the sweet spot that is now his and no other. His fingers wet with my juices he raises them to his lips and licks them dry. My body grows weak from his passion and I moan loudly as he inserts his fingers into me again rubbing slowly in a circular motion, then back and forth. I feel my desire rise sending the sweet prickling impulses throughout me that.