It is February, mating season for eagles.I inch closer to Anya, slightly behind her, so that we are almost touching. Each of us is mesmerized by the f...ight of the eagle pair. Together we watch the pair until they float past the ridge of trees on the horizon. I rest my hand on Anya’s shoulder and she smiles slightly but doesn’t look at me. I think she understands what the eagles are up to and what we are on the verge of.I begin to massage her shoulders. She sighs with pleasure. As my lips. And long, long legs. As we talked I would stealglances at her crotch. You could see plenty of little black pubic hairs on thesides of her panties. My prick was standing up like a tent pole."So how are you holding up? Ha. Ha. Sorry. I didn't mean that. How doyou feel about all this?" Kinda weird. I must confess that I'm scared of you. And..and attracted toyou."She was facing me and smiling. I was flattered. No matter what happenedshe did give me a lot of attention."Good. Are you more scared or. Longing. So many terrible words starting with 'L' in this stupid tongue... 'She pressed her lips against him more passionately, hoping to drive those feelings out of her mind. What she wanted now was sex, not love. Love was something she never wanted, but sometimes it found her anyway, and when it did, it always made her miserable.Jake wasn't surprised at her aggressiveness. Béla was always aggressive. But tonight, she was intense about it. He realized that the demon she was trying to drive. "Shit! Peter yknow girls have needs too.." Groaned Molly."Well maybe I can help with that..." whispered Peter. Shocked Molly started to squirm to the far side of her bed. Peter got up and laid himself down by her and without a second thought lifted Molly's nightgown and started rubbing her crotch. Molly didn't resist and let him lift her gown higher and play with her perky tits. Molly, blinded by lust, pulled down Peters pants and started wanking him slow at first but soon faster. Peter had.