I also knew what that meant and it excited me. Emilio had become a comfortable addition to our activity on the occasions he spent in our little villag... or, like this trip, we used his canoe to travel.In excited anticipation, I turned to look at Anton who smiled. Anton understood me and in that way was a perfect partner. He was comfortable in our relationship despite the lack of formal commitment. In knowing and understanding my hunger, he was also comfortable with seeing my enjoyment of others.. Her Christian upbringing made her think these horrible faces were... demonic."Magnificent, isn't it?"The girls screamed out, and the rest of the bags dropped to the floor. The professor had snuck up behind them, gazing over their shoulders at the strange carvings.James, ever the card, put on his best "Lurch" face and turned to the others. "You... rangggg... ?" he monotoned. They laughed, but uneasily. The professor's expression was unreadable.Professor Hughes assigned separate rooms to himself. I stopped kissing her, and kissed her body, focused on her neck. Latoya let out a moan to let me know she loved what I was doing. We quickly undressed, and locked up again, this time we brought each other to the ground. I was flat on my back as Latoya ragged her tongue down my body and towards my cock. She licked ever so gently around my head and down the shaft. She sucked on my balls and that drove me wild."Oh...oh fuck...fuck Latoya that feels good." I moaned. Goddamn right it did. The way. The Test PassionRising within meHeat burningThe edgeUnattainableWaiting Longing forMy release from those invisible bondsClasped about meKeeping me in your enthrallmentCruelly denying that desired journey! The sensual mountainSo close rising up beforeMeBeckoning, calling my namein a soft whisperYour voiceHolding the unseen bridleReins me to youHalting my eager stepsTo waitTo listenTo obeyMy bodyYour mindOur painful passion My loins stroked by your gentle voiceDesireGushing WetThe damp storm.