I follow it through the woods. I climb steep hills. Small brooks cross my path. The water is soft against my legs. I look at them, unable to comprehen... that these are my legs, my hands. I have been estranged from my body too long. The sensations in my skin are as odd as the feel of the damp wood that surrounds me. The voice is always just ahead. I grow weary and long for the beach. I long for the skeleton of my boat. For the second time I weep. I sniff the air, searching for the smell of salt. However, upon the realization thathis buddy had reached the shit or get off the pot point inthe proceedings, the point where she was thoroughly primedand ready, and that to postpone the inevitable any longerwould prove detrimental, John deftly repositioned himself.Moving his torso into the inviting splay of those ever solovely, sculptured long legs of Mike's, and withoutbreaking stride or dropping a stitch, John lowered his headinto position and eagerly began to perform the selfless actof. And Emma certainly hadn’t. The White Queen could only achieve orgasm by knowing she was taking something that didn’t belong to her; Jean knew that once Scott and Emma had become a couple the only way Emma had been able to cum was by resorting to petty theft. The need to take made her horny as hell and despite all Scott did (and he was an amazing lover, both women would agree on that!) he couldn’t get Emma to spray all over his cock unless she had taken it from someone else. Once his dick was. Without breaking flow I pulled her t-shirt over her bra-covered breasts, revealing more of her smooth pale skin. Slowing my pace only slightly I tore the bra off of her, the snap in the front making an abnormal cracking noise as it broke open; with her breasts in the open now I firmly planted my right hand on the bed and used my left to grope her. If this bothered her at all, it didn't show; in fact, her pussy seemed to tighten around me.Without warning her entire body tensed up, and I could.