" I woke them up, covered their mouths to still their screams, and showed them the messages on their phones. To calm them down, I floated the camerama...'s gear to him and the reporter's hairbrush to her.They discovered their professionalism; in other words, the idea of getting a jump on their competitors for a Guardian Angel exclusive was irresistible. The cameraman got up and started getting his gear ready. The reporter got up and I was struck with an irresistible thought of my own. She was. They were going to be on a bluff near one of the canyons, acres and acres of wind and solar generating stations. Not too much in the way of animals up that high: rodents eating bugs, coyotes and foxes eating rodents, larger cats eating coyotes, and that was about it. There wasn't enough vegetation to support the larger browsing animals.The hard part seemed to be getting the power to the People. Hmm. Power to the People. Catchy phrase, but I digress.The windmills were easy, and not as effective,. Before he’d worked our what to do about this, the hand on his stomach paused in its motion and its pressure shifted. There was a wave of shadow as a knee was lifted right over his chest and dropped onto the towel sticking out on the other side. As soon as it had landed, whoever-it-was squeezed their knees in towards his thighs, keeping his hands firmly clamped where they’d been resting. The hand resumed its slow spiral and his blood flow resumed its intention. As the turns of the spiral. She pushed down her panties and took them off, and spread her legs, enjoying the feel of the cool slippery sheets against her bare skin. Humming the romantic Tigres song to herself, she put her hand between her legs and closed her eyes, thinking about the three boys in the car.Lissa had started masturbating a little over a year ago. At first it was something she did once in a while in the shower, and it always made her feel guilty and unclean. But the guilt faded with time, and she started.