This was nothing like Hans' sweet, manly odor. This was more primitive, more animalistic. It scared her.Greta closed her eyes and sought his scarred l...ps with her. On contact, she had the urge to vomit, her stomach muscles wretching, churning, convulsing, but managed to control herself. His lips were rough, partly from the scarring, but also from their natural state. They reminded her of the papery, parched-looking lips she had seen on the gorillas at the zoo. Beasts, just like him.She felt his. He had only the glans tip in it. It was fabulous and with my hands, I reached for his pelvis and pulled him towards me. It was an extremely beautiful feeling. He started moving slowly up and down. With small pauses, he increased the tension. So it was really fun, and he mastered it to perfection. I wanted to kiss him. He understood this and bent down to me and gave me little short kisses. Meanwhile, he continued rhythmically with the in and out movements. In between, he paused briefly and then. “Not there but I bet there are a couple of rock basins around, you know, big shallow holes in the rocks that catch water when it rains. They would be clearer, not as muddy. Go up there and look around those rocks, I'll check over there.”I kept an eye on Birdie as she scrambled to the top of the rock pile. Her legs and butt muscles were working, flexing and enticing as she climbed the little hill. I caught a glimpse of Peter Pan when her shirt pulled up, baring her back. Once she made the top. . it was obvious to me. In a few more moments she was completely naked. I quickly undressed myself, then we both got up on the bed together."Stella," I asked, "What do you want to do?" I d-don't know, I've never made love before. You seem so gentle, I want you to be my first," she said surprising me, but I understood what she was saying."Stella, there is something important I need to tell you ... I have a girlfriend. If that means you don't want to..." I do, I really do. It doesn't matter to.