Her body wanted more. Everything began to spin around her. All she could think about was wanting more. Tom withdrew his fingers from deep inside of J...nnifer, and then inserted his manhood. Thrusting slowly. Keeping the motions slow and passionate. Jennifer began to join his rhythm with her own. She had never made love this slowly before. It was making her hotter with passion with each slow thrust from Tom. Driving her on to wanting more of him, but wanting it to stay slow. Wanting to drive. Neither of us was interested in making any promises to get together in the future. Instead, we got dressed. Nate walked me back to the entrance to Brady's. After kissing me goodnight, he turned and left. When I walked into the bar, Andrea and Katie were already back. They were seated alone at our table. Their men had also gone home immediately after their trysts. As it turns out, that's considered to be the appropriate etiquette for casual liaisons at Brady's. Apparently everyone wants to avoid. I relayed her instruction to Dr. Ndenga and he got the team busy setting up tents. As the work got underway, Bonnie signed to me to follow her. Drs. Springer and Ndenga started to join us across the stream but Bonnie signaled for them to stop. She made it clear that I was to make contact with the clan and try to earn their trust. Otherwise, they would just continue to move away from the research camp, making any observation and study nearly impossible. The joint heads of the research team. At times she forcibly sucked air; at others she forcefully expelled it; then there would be small moans or tones of satisfaction followed by deliberate care not to move sufficiently to make the springs witness though I could hear distinctly physical activity. In rigid, lubricious joy I stood barely breathing. After several additional minutes, the springs again began to sing the intensity of her pleasure as she breathed and voiced that curious near agony of approach to the "little death.".