I can smell the sweet musk of the passion emanating from your sex. I know that I have made you wet. My fingers search and your legs part, welcoming th... intrusion. Welcoming me to explore. “Touch me again. Touch me there.” And my finger finds the little nub, already swollen. And I touch you there. Again your body spasms and your hips arch upwards, thrusting at the air. “Don’t stop.” I can feel the wetness flowing from your body. My fingers search for the opening and slowly, gently, enter your. We dragged the kayaks out of the water and onto the bank. I retrieved the bagged blanket and followed a sweet butt to the top of the bluff. I had enough self-restraint to prevent my tongue from hanging out.At the top of the bluff, a little distance back from the edge, we spread the blanket over the carpet of pine needles. She was grinning at me as she stepped out of her swimsuit bottoms."You're beautifully, wildly, erotically NUTS!" I said as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my swimsuit.. . Do you think we’ll just fuck together all the time?”Finch spit out his soda and laughed. A good, deep laugh, too. One like he hadn’t had in a long time. Lauren laughed, too, and it took several fits of coughing before Finch could reply, “I sure hope so!”“Who would you rather fuck, me or mom?”“Hey, that’s not a fair question!”“So?” Lauren said, keeping her voice rather low, “Which one?”“You, I guess,” Finch replied, knowing better than to pick anyone other than Lauren right then, no matter. My trainer, 'Mistress Crimson,' was either absent or asleep in the farmhouse; why had I been confined so early and left with nothing to do? But perhaps Alan's instructions had been to prepare me for immediate training, and that would begin when Crimson came to me. But what had he meant by my training being largely automatic? Turning over, I looked out through the mesh at the end of the barn where there stood a large chest freezer at the side of a tall refrigerator. A petrol generator stood.