Her breaths were even and short, and an expression of realization was beginning to dawn in her eyes. “Don’t stop.” She breathed. “What was tha...?” I asked, my grin broadening. Her legs opened, her dress draping between them, her pale thighs revealing themselves from the slits in her skirt until I could see the outline of my hand moving from beneath the drape of cloth. “Don’t stop.” She said, her eyes locked onto mine. “Keep touching me.” “That’s not how an Alkandran talks.” I said, pushing. "Neither Zoë or Randy wanted the weekend to finish and they wanted some time on their own before it did. They dawdled on the way back to The Lodge. They stopped on the edge of the Drill Valley where there was a pleasant view and sitting hand in hand talked. Neither was prepared to commit themself but it was clear to both of them that each felt a strong pull."By the way," said Randy, "I've booked you accommodation at the camp for the night of the Guest Night. You'll be sharing a room with. After she took my penis into her mouth tasting my sperm mixed with her vaginal blood she came up her lips were smeared with sperm and blood I licked her lips and we kissed I could taste her musk and sperm.We were now one we had become a couple, lovers and partners we were meant to be together. We made love for a second time before our parents arrived home taking our time enjoying the pleasure and passion of making love.The next morning before Dad drove me to the station to catch the train I. His low self-worth has ensured me a worthwhile sexual experience motivated by his overcompensation. I'm grateful I am not the one easily broken. I'm grateful that I'm not the one with the gaping, public knowledge wound. I'm grateful to have gotten my own release on his face. Too easily distracted by his own self-imprisonment, he must be reminded of his inadequacy as a lover. He must have his impotency played back constantly. I bring our love to a halt as he continues to try to please me. No.