It was not like she hadn’t had a strangers hand down there before. The morning bus ride was only number two in her life. But this was a woman.It was...a woman who seemed to understand her. The woman giving her a ride home. Who was a 14-year-old to deny this adult. After having thought this all out, Christen parted her thighs to see if Scarlet would go further.The redhead did, of course, boldly stroking the damp slit of her twat. It did feel good, after all, and very much in tune with the mood of. While we sat to get ready for takeoff she explained to me that she had been visiting her father in Mumbai, a well known Doctor who was separated from her mother, and was returning to Delhi. She also let it be known that she was terrified of flying with her hand touching my knee. My radar hadn’t gone off to tell me if it was just her way to touch or if she was interested in women, but as I watched her cute little face, I became more and more interested in finding out if she liked women, because. They all watched some pornflics on the big screen. At bedtime Jeanne did herhusband first, then he watched as she banged three ofthe guys. After they finished enjoying her body, BillyBob dipped his half hard pecker into the slippery messbut he was too fucked out to shoot off again before theyslept. As she was drifting off to slumber, Jeannethought about how many kinds of sperms were wigglingaround inside of her. She hoped her birth control keptworking!And so it went for the rest of the time at. Moments so perfect that for once you just want time to stop so you can breathe a little deeper and remember that moment for the rest of your life. A second so pure , you feel the ancient language soar through your blood one with the sea and another soul as the salt air kisses the skin at the base of your throat. Cradling your voice, the breeze takes it away to be buried amongst the small grains of sand that lie in the dunes. No need to talk, all is known, just be and know all is good. Time.