Gradually we started again. She began to move, making my cock reverse its decline. She sat up and I moved my hands to her sexy hips, to nudge her into...lifting herself up and down. In no time she was riding cowgirl, learning to add to things with a pelvic thrust each time, and gasping happily.After a few minutes she was dissatisfied though. She leaned over to one side, to roll us over. “Can we go back to how it was?” she asked.“Try this,” I smiled, and nudged her up. I followed her with my cock. As she reached them, one of them, holding a video camera, stood up. "Great, Bethany, great!" she called out. "That will be fine."Bethany looked sceptical. "Maybe," she said. "We can always redo it if we have to. I just wish we could get on with the excavation. I'd rather get that under way and do these pieces to camera once we've got something definite to talk about." Don't worry," the girl with the camera said. "The permits should be through today. Do you want to do the piece on the temple. He replays her concert of unconscious motion in his mind. His cock continues to thicken, harden, rise. Air. Sun. Desire and longing. Back in someone else’s life he knew her name is Siren. Vague memories prickle under his skin. Everything collides, and nothing crashes. He walks to the water. The animal curls up for a fitful sleep. He wades in, sinks yet continues to rise. * Today, Siren pauses at the water’s edge to slide off the neon yellow thong as she leans down in a sweeping play of flesh. Tears had made a mess of their studio make-up. Number 2 was still whimpering while number 1 was silent. Both had their glistening dark brown eyes fixed on her.Sitting on the edge of the bed, Janice spread her legs open, unfastening the zipper covering her sex. She slowly eased the humming vibrator into herself, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from her lips. It's buzzing soon sparked more flares of passion inside her as she worked the phallus in and out of herself."Now, I love the sounds of.