Then she took my cock in her hand and licked it from base to tip.“I’ve never tasted my pussy on a man’s cock,” she said. “It’s hot.”“...ou’re hot,” I said.“I know,” she responded.She wrapped her lips around the swollen head of my dick. She teased it with her tongue. “I love sucking your cock,” she said. “My husband never lets me.”She bobbed her head up and down my shaft. She tossed her hair and batted her eyes again.“I love the way my pussy tastes mixed with your little cum drops.”Stela was. As if that wasn’t enough exquisite torture, she felt him trace an invisible line up her thigh, a feather touch that almost made her buckle at the knees. It was such a contrast, kissing someone at a nightclub was rarely a tantalising game. It was usually drunken, hot and horny – hands everywhere, and kissing a bit of hit and miss and most definitely inelegant. The stranger’s touch whispered of temptations that shattered inhibitions, awakening a hunger that she somehow couldn’t recall…. By the time I'd finished the return trip to Manhattan, I'dmanaged to calm down. While it was true that none of the problems thathad prompted me to take up my aimless rambling about had been resolved,I'd managed to get my head screwed on straight once more and was as readyto meet the next round of challenges. Or so I thought.I was just emerging from the subway when my cell phone began to chirp.Expecting to see my sister's number displayed on the caller ID, I was abit disappointed, and somewhat. Again, and again the bodies of expeditions that had failed on the way were found. Although the mountain was the most famous mountain on the planet, nobody knew its true secret. Born in a time when this mountain had been a hill at best and hidden by time, an ancient galactic power laid there and slept the sleep of eternity. For millions of years the mountain had slowly piled up around the sleeping place and had kept its secret under millions of tons of rock from the eyes of the world and the.