I looked back toward Mike and he motioned me forward. I slowly pushed the door open as quietly as I could. I stood there for a moment to see if he had...woken up. I knew it was ridiculous but I was hoping he would stay asleep throughout the whole thing. I took a step forward and stood there again unsure of what to do. I felt my hands begin to shake and the room wouldn't stop spinning. "Just get into bed with him," I heard Mike whisper. I took another step forward having to concentrate really hard. So I can take some photos? she says. I dont mind. If its alright with Sam, you can. Sam? Can I? I dont mind. I say. We climb into the four seater plane. Thomas and Bebe in front. Peter and I are in the back. There is equipment packed everywhere. The plane struggles to take off, and only just clears the end of the runway. We turn south west and start to climb. We head for Virunga National Park. We fly for about two hours, and are now over a partly hilly wooded area. It has got very windy and we. ’ We talked about the love languages a bit, her primary one being words of affirmation, words that weren’t known in her ex’s vocabulary. Good to know. It was my turn. ‘What turns you on the most?’ ‘If that’s your first question, this is going to get real interesting fast,’ she teased. But, her answer was surprising. ‘I’m still waiting to find out.’ What followed was an explanation of how her ex had quickly gravitated towards sex when it suited his needs, and his detachment for long periods of. I grunted, muscles pushing out as he slipped his finger in, filling both holes, using me to sate his lust, just as I was using him to erase my unsettling vision. “Yes,” I hissed, feeling a wave of dark euphoria sweep through me, my hips bucking, smacking against his audibly. “Harder.” “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted, driving his wet meaty cock deeper with each pronouncement, his finger curling inside my bum as I felt him tense. “Fuck!” He shuddered, and I felt him release, pumping his cum.