. and a loud splash, followed moments later by the sharp crack of a gunshot. I broke into a run; that leaden feeling was back in my gut, only slightly...relieved by realising that the remaining figure on the deck was Jenni, rapidly disappearing below deck.I followed and found the following tableau; Jessica leaning against the kitchenette worktop, holding a handgun rather uncertainly; Jenni just inside the saloon, holding another handgun with rather more determination. Marty sitting on the back of. Dumfries, Simon and Habib from herstory 'The Starchild-1-.' Also thank you to Erin for her explanation ofmagic in her story 'The Starchild-2-.'Thank you to the authors who have contributed to the 'One April Morning'Universe with their stories and characters. I would especially like tothank Terry Volkirch for her creation of the characters, Miss Tarquin(Concierge), Zeke Tanner (Handyman), and Peg Roberts (Housekeeping) inher story 'The Disposal Room.'The character, Tess (reborn as Felicity),is. I’m stroking you with a firm grip, you moan into my neck. I’m moaning, so soft and light you have to be near me, on me, or in me to hear it. I rub harder, furiously faster, and OMG the feeling is so vivid. My legs shake, and my arm is cramping and my fucking fingers are going numb. I continue to polish my exquisite, pleasure switch……. The stranger is boldly watching us and completely turned on. He releases his now hard dick from his pants and begins to stroke it. I look over at him. Our. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. I was his.He slid the robe off me and it fell to the floor. Again he said “tell me if you want me to stop” but I was sure he knew the answer. Seconds later he pulled me onto the bed. I expected him to immediately mount me but he slid down the bed until his face hovered over my crotch. He dropped his head and his tongue immediately found my clit. I squealed as he began to lick me. His tongue running from my clit over my pussy and back again. I had.