She was bent over hanging on the rail in front of the mirror; she was moaning and grinding her ass into my face. I loved every minute of it. I look do...n and notice that she was still wearing her gym shoes too. I get up and she drops to her knees and starts suck my cock. First nice and slow, but then she was using her hands and bobbing her head back and forth. She was licking my balls while she jerked me off.“I want you to fuck me!!!” She says.I pick her up and lay her on the ground and glide my. For a brief second I saw both babies' hands reach out, momentarily touching and grasping the other's hand."Looks like they want to be friends," laughed the other man."I wish we had more time to chat, but we need to get checked out and back out on the road," said my father, sounding regretful.As he said this, I saw a beach ball fly over the two families' heads and bounce harmlessly away through the lobby, generating a few annoyed looks from passersby. I then heard a woman's voice coming from. It was a wonderful night, of slow love-making, of caresses and cuddles and gentle kisses. There was no raw sex about what we did; no sweaty bodies even as we joined groins, joined Mae’s buttocks to my groin when she turned over for me to spoon into her pussy from the rear, nor later when she sat up and rode up and down. It wasn’t slow-motion, physically, but felt as such emotionally, to me; felt so close between our bodies that our hearts also touched, and our feelings jumped the divide to. ‘Fuck! Will I be trapped in this forest for the rest of my life? I have to escape! I can’t spend the rest of my life eating suspiciously shaped berries and suggestive looking mushrooms. And Christ as my witness, if I have to drink from another glowing puddle that smells like horse piss I’m going to... ‘Fatty’s thoughts stopped along with his legs as his eyes squinted to try and peer through the darkness. ‘Light?’ Was his first thought. He covered his hand in his jumpsuit and started to move.