All things considered, I would have wished it was all level ground because the loss of life and the dangers of the more challenging terrain is what ma...e the entire proposition risky at best.My connections to the Mormon Church was primarily with personal contacts with various Mormon settlements and the fall-away followers that were either ostracized for some reason or of their own accord looking for something else than the cult-like precepts instituted by God-on-Earth Brigham Young. The old man. Her hair smelled of sweat and something fruity and wonderful, her skin warm and soft against me, her hair fluttered like silk against my face as I nuzzled her hair. ‘I love you, Kiva. Even if your hormones are going to be the death of me.’ I felt the rumble of her chuckle against my hand, as the tension I didn’t know I had drained away swiftly, replaced by a goofy little smile. Kiva turned her head and our lips met awkwardly off center, but delightfully full of promise. ‘My hormones? You don’t. He was just standing there staring at her bent over body with pure heat as he had watched her pulling down her panties and she was so embarrassed as she had always had a huge crush on him but never wanted for him to catch her like this, so exposed and in such an embarrassing position. She felt the need to try and explain herself to him but it all came out as a scrambled gasp and the only coherent words were that she was extremely turned on and had no release for it. She felt as if she was. And bind him to her...and as they sank into the sea...she'd envelop him with her hair...and her body...and take him inside her...and as they climaxed together, the man would shoot his sperm into her, and his soul would be hers, and even after he drowned she'd have him forever." With a shudder I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them tightly around her hair and my cock as I thrust hard towards her. She smiled and held my hands on her breasts, and with seven or eight massive, draining spurts I.