Slides her leg inbetween mine.. oh... my...She's still completely in control of course, but... sometimes vanilla isnice. Sometimes vanilla is intense..... but eventually I need to surface forair. She smiles, almost triumphant as she pulls back and lets me up,breathless and flushed."I see I don't have to whip you to take control?" No Mistress Thorne," I say blushing."J.. just being err.. you seems towork well enough.."I get another laugh, a nice one I think."Oh Angel, you are a manipulativelittle. When I asked how short, Sean laughed, "New York to DC, plus a little. Maybe Stamford to DC. Out here, that means next door. There's nothing between but water." My stars.It proved to be a good subject. I had looked up Kwajalein and the Marshall Islands, but Sean had been there. He talked about how the islands were very different from my conceptions. From the air, they looked like shoestrings dropped on the floor in a vaguely closed pattern. This atoll was one of the largest in the world, as was. The campground was only about half full with campers moving about when we pulled up to our campsite. Without batting an eye and just as natural as I could be I got out of the truck and helped hubby set up camp. First pitching the tent and then setting up the rest of camp. Yes my nudity was attracting quiet a bit of attention but no one was brave enough to say anything.Once the campsite was set up we entered the tent for an afternoon delight. We left the door and window flaps open as hubby and I. Ok, now he was definitely hanging out with Jessy too much.“I’m worried about Tash,” Damien said. “She’s still in the nightmare, and while I think we all trust Fiona, not sure we feel that way about Athalia anymore.”“Agreed,” Jack said. “But I think she’ll be fine. Athalia is too hurt to do anything, and I suspect she’ll be out of commission for days. Azamel needs us to help with the hunters, so she’ll push to make sure her Begotten don’t harm us.”“Yeah, yeah ok.”“You should visit Fiona.”.