My fingers finally crested the rise between Emily's legs. They spread, welcoming my touch.I began rubbing Emily, and then Emily was rubbing me. I stay...d fairly soft, until Emily bubbled over under my finger tips. Watching that happen as we lay quietly side-by-side was the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed. I responded accordingly, under her expert hand."God," she whimpered, "we're gonna do it again?" Feels that way."Emily started shifting, moving up and away, turning onto her hands and knees.. .. was auch immer. Aber eine Sache ist sie ganz sicher nicht: eine Archäologin. Wo zur Hölle hat diese Frau studiert? Wer hat ihr beigebracht, historisch gesehen unermesslich wertvolle Tempelanlagen mit Dynamit und Pistolen zu erforschen? In dieser Hinsicht ist sie schlimmer als Indiana Jones und das will eine Menge heißen. Aber wir müssen ihr auch attestieren, dass sie deutlich besser aussieht als Professor Jones (egal ob Senior oder Junior).Wie dem auch sei, kommen wir zu Punkt zwei: Diese. The weekend had been pretty quiet to be honest. Robby had been out on a few dates, which he recounted to Chris at breakfast each morning. Chris had gone out on Saturday evening for a bit, but ended up back at home after having forgotten he needed to work on a project he'd promised his group that he would do a lot of the initial research for. How did he become so forgetful suddenly?Monday morning, the roommates' alarm went off before the sun rose. The boys immediately awoke and smiled at each. I changed my rhythm andstrokes. I did everything I could do to thank her.By the time the operator started to orgasm, my cheeks had grown numb andmy tongue was cramping. I dreamed of her consuming me, taking me inside ofher forever. She shook and quivered and I imagined I could feel herpulsing with one wave after another of pleasure. I didn't want to move. Iwanted to feel her shiver and shake until she grew unsteady on her legs.It was then that I reached out and grasped her buttocks gently at.