Mitchell was relentless, working for hours and hours, days and days. Mitchell even stayed home sick in attempt to get more time to work on his machine... With multiple failed attempts and nearly 5 months of sitting at his computer coding and creating, his machine was finally complete. Mitchell was proud of his machine, it was a small cube about 4 inches long, an embarrassment to his small penis. The machine could fix in his pocket and with a small attachment to his glasses was capable of altering. I wanted to build to a near eruption, but also withhold a complete climax, for the intensity it would bring upon seeing her again.While apart, in my fantasies I'd start picturing how we might be guiding each others hands, our ardor drenched in emotion, while a flood of copulating vapors and sprays escaped between us. I must confess to a near giving in to such visions, pumping greedily at my slick slider. Quite often this would take place while she performed in similar manner, by way of a phone. Quinlan started to rub Bryce's member fast and matched it to his thrusts. Bryce groaned as his own desires started to grow inside him.When Quinlan saw Bryce reaching his limit, he let go of Bryce's member and grabbed both of Bryce's knees and pushed them against his chest, allowing Quinlan to thrust deeper into Bryce. Quinlan's reason was dissipating as he was reaching his limit. His hips started to move on their own.Bryce's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the pleasure overtook him.. The shadow of her claymore hilt cut through the moonlight on her cheek. Her graceful features contrasted with the scuffs on her pauldrons. For a moment, Volante was lost in her eyes.“It's so good to see you again.” Lorienne entered the tent and turned around for a moment to tie down the entrance flap. Clearly, the reconnaissance officer had only just arrived as well. She was still wearing most of her bodice. Her dagger belt was nearly falling off of he hips. “We were all so afraid that you.