Yes, ‘took me’, from behind. Holding me so tight I could hardly breathe, covering my mouth, his teeth at my shoulder. Hard thrusting, hair pulling... neck throbbing, ass grinding, wet, dirty, animalistic, sex. Followed by an orgasm so deep, so intense, I thought I would faint. It took me hours to come down from that orgasm. Even at dinner later, sitting across from the radiant Victoria, I could feel little tremors causing my breath to catch. The memory stayed with me and haunted me at quiet. I knew it had to sting because I could see the red marks that it left behind, but he never broke stride. He seemed to know what she wanted because he shifted his head higher and I knew he was working on her clit.Laying the crop by her side, she grabbed hold of her breasts and squeezed them together. She closed her thighs against his head, squeezed and pulled her nipples, while her head turned from side to side. I heard her moan."Don't you let one drop get by your mouth," she ordered as she. Then she had an idea. Perhaps she could carry out a scientific study into the sexual drive of men in conditions of weightlessness. She hesitated a moment longer, then tentatively reached out a hand and touched the man's throbbing member.She pulled back sharply when he almost jumped to a standing position at her touch."I apologize, Shannon. Please continue. I promise to hold still, but you startled me for a moment. I am quite painfully aroused to be here with you."Shannon reached out again for. Then she realized that it was Saturday night and all the teens were cruising. Guys looking for girls, girls looking for guys. The old ritual. PD recalled reading a funny story about four guys picking up four girls. There were three that were gorgeous and one was mousy. They rented four rooms and the guy who was stuck with Mousy was practically raped by her while the others did nothing but chat and do a little necking. When their two hours at the motel was up, three guys were disappointed that.