"He had to say something, so he told her what, of all his feelings, he could recognize. "That makes me so happy ... to hear you say that ... I almost ...an't breathe."She buried her face in his chest, happy beyond imagining that he hadn't pushed her away, or had in his eyes the look that said she had bared her emotions to someone who really didn't care what she was feeling. She'd been through that before. True, it had never been at THIS level, but she remembered the hurt of seeing that lack of. We got on well and one friday he asked if I wanted to go for a smoke with him at some point over the weekend. Never one to turn down a smoke, I agreed, enthusiastically. We settled on Saturday evening and headed off. Instead of going to the beach, or forest we drove to a big private car park which a ring of lock up garages that were once used by nearby apartments but where now leased privately by the landowner. Tony had the key to one of the garages and drove the van in, turned on a battery. “There’s no actual flying. It’s more controlling the falling. We practiced lifts today, getting me up to stand on other people’s shoulders or hands. Getting me down, that’s where the bases and spotters come in. They have to catch me. Getting down the last time was when I got in trouble.”“How so?”“I was off balance and twisted my ankle. We’d been at it for like two hours. Everyone was tired Ms. Waldorf sent us home before someone got hurt worse. If I practice maybe I’ll get to do some real. Whether beneath or atop me, we fucked each other savagely. Every conceivable angle profered new and exciting vistas for our conquest of each other. Her shapely buttocks slammed with each impalement, meeting each thrust with an eagerness of indescribable lust for being filled with cock. Gthering her glossy brown tresses, in this position, offered the irresistable delight of her head rolled back in submission, exposing her throat to the grip of my other hand. Her unabashed moans stay with me even.