The ‘enigma’ was playing and the moon was smiling and the candle was flickering and the fragrance of jasmine wafted along by the intense desire to...clash each other and we stood by the window like the shadow of The Kiss of Gustave Klimt. I smelt her, the perfume of the heavens! I touched her, the poem of simplicity! She was rose and tender lips soft, the red mushroom of ecstasy! I nibbled its taste. It was a spark of fire that turned to be an inferno. I kissed her like hell and drank her like. She was cold; it helped when she rubbed her arms briskly through the jacket. Her legs felt stiff and were covered with goose bumps. She had herself to blame. Early mornings weren't meant for skirts, and she should have put on some pants."All excited?" her mother asked when she got back inside."Couldn't sleep," Sammi confessed."You were doing a good imitation of it just a few minutes ago." Her mother sighed and started collecting what she was going to fix for breakfast. "Sam's almost finished. We smoked a couple of bowls, first of his stuff, then of mine. We talked and caught up. Things were highly charged, but we were happy to get high and converse awhile longer.He actually asked me for one of my amazing back massages, and of course I obliged. I rubbed him for a very long time, working everything painful out, even massaging his legs and arms, fingers and feet.After maybe a half an hour to forty-five minutes we could not wait any longer. We went into fucking mode and started with. One of the windows must have been open as I could feel the breeze on my body and on my pussy. I was so wet now, all the teasing and massaging had aroused me to the point where I would probably have done anything just to be able to cum.I heard a feint buzzing noise beside my ear and then felt the sensation on my neck, slowly running down my shoulder, over my breasts and down my tummy.And then it disappeared. I could still hear it but couldn’t feel anything except the pulsing inside me. And.