It was Sunday evening and Harriet and Hermoine had packed small brown suitcases with the bare necessities of life.“Why if fuck did we do that” sa...d Hermoine.“I have not a fucking clue” replied Harriet.Hermoine was sleeping over again and the girls were eager to start licking each other out and Harriet had even “borrowed” her mums huge black vibrator as she wanted to try to see if it would fit into Hermoine’s arsehole.It would of course because Harriet had tried it in her own hole earlier and. "Suck them hard... please! Unhhh! Oh yes!"And Laura did. She knew Kim wanted to be consumed, obliterated by sex. She had to be wild for fucking to pick up a complete stranger in a strange airport. She was sexually adventurous in the extreme, and Laura knew how to handle that, being the same herself.She had fucked this way with many girls, and there were many ways to do it: gently romantic, gyrating together, letting the storm build, or frantically thrusting, or, as she did now, with one girl. My wife and I got married right out of college and had k**s immediately. Now we were in our mid-thirties and it was nice to get away every once in awhile. I would never cheat on her but I felt there was no harm in hitting the strip clubs with a couple of the other guys and looking at the forbidden fruit. The other positive of this year's trip was that it gave me a chance to catch up with my buddy Brad who had left our office nine months ago when he got promoted. Our families had been close. .. just ... let me focus, okay?”She inclined her head, slightly, her Kerrigan style hair clittering and clattering as all the little spike fingers rearranged themselves in the cold, bitter wind of the desert. I closed my eyes and breathed in, then reached deep inside of my body with my awareness. It took a few moments of coaxing, but I started to feel an awareness of different possibilities. There were ancient genes in my body – recessive and suppressed. I could feel distant, barely remembered.