Alan's cock was still buried inside her.There was ringing in her ears.She moved her hips slightly as the sensation receded.It took her several minutes...to catch her breath and for Alan to recover.Marissa leaned forward and kissed Alan gently. He didn't respond at first, but slowly, his lips met hers. He lifted his head and brushed the hair out of her face."What's gotten into you?" he asked quietly."You," she giggled and pulled him close. Some of her clients needed to have their egos stroked, so. I straightened up, and grunted. I was close.“Shit, Sh—fu—nearly—there.”She slowed down gradually, and stopped. She pushed me to the back of the shower, and bent over. She wanted to fuck.“Lisa, are you sure?”“Do you trust me?”“Fuck you. Honestly? Have you had sex before?”“No.”“Well it’s gonna hurt then. Did you break yourself already?”“Maybe. With a vibrator.”“And I’m the bad guy with the pocket toy.”I rubbed my dick up and down her slit, and eased in a bit.“Are you sure?”“You’re in already, go. In retaliation, Beth kicked him while circling the campfire to reach her spot.“Watch it!” he shot back.Noah took his own spot and stoked the fire. “Enough. Everyone, get some rest. We’re going to need our strength for tomorrow.” They were less than half a day’s hike to the dungeon crab.“None of us can sleep. We’re too nervous about tomorrow,” Oath said.“It’ll be fine. In twenty years, you’ll ask your children ‘did I ever tell you about the time I conquered a dungeon crab?’ And they’ll groan and. " She took a picture of her forehead and then spent ten minutes back on Google finding a dozen remedies to try. Half an hour later the cumulative effect of hand sanitizer, sunscreen, butter and baby wipes had removed enough that she felt sure that makeup would cover what remained. She looked at her belly and then thought better of it. No one will see, she said to herself, except Simon, and he ought to. Next day, with the laundry done and the carpets cleaned, she set off, taking a small.