‘Oh yes honey. That’s good.’ Numb from his numerous drinks, Greg felt little inclination to reply but it didn’t stop him from enjoying the exq...isiteness of being deep inside her. Slowly he began to move with an easy and free motion. He grasped her buttocks firmly and gave her a couple firm jabs. ‘Oh yes. That’s better babe. Give it to me hard.’ Responding, he thrust deeply into her. Skye’s reaction was if someone had released a tiger, snarling and cavorting as her desire swelled. ‘Common and. Her hand glided down the wooden railing as her eyes scanned about the lower level, everything was as she had left it. Maybe all her dreams had been for nought. She had chosen a contemporary style of Architecture that focused on clean lines and incorporated natural as well as metallic elements, tastefully decorated with both passion and a restrained hand. The effect had been an efficient, clean generally soothing space. This space was more than a house to her, it was her home, though what would. She had a book from Earth that featured stills from 1930’s Hollywood movies about middle eastern Sultans and Arabian Sheiks ... and you know how often the movies portrayed those ... in Technicolor ... impossible colors along with impossible plots and improbable heroes.She took it as gospel. How she got the idea to wear authentic belly-dance ... clothes? ... I’ll never know.Not that I’m complaining. Val in see-through silk is a wonder to behold.Sam spoke, “You want her fixed? or just fill out. I don't feel guilty for who I am. I like sex and I like to fuck. It's not the damn Sixties. I'm not one of those sad women that needs to be punished for having fun."I held her hand a little tighter and poured some of my own power into her. Barbara gasped and her hard nipples poked against her shirt. My need was screaming at me to hurry but damn it, I was calling the shots tonight."I thought so too at first," I said. "I had hopes that you would be different. Your guilt shined the dimmest out of.