I am thirsty. A walk along the beach until I find a stream. It is a small blue ribbon snaking out from the woods until its essence is swallowed by the...sea. It gives up its very existence to merge with the sea. I envy it a moment. When I take a drink I try to pull some of its soul into myself. I feel stronger. The forest beckons. Many days pass. The gulls have decided to leave me be for now. My blood has dried into a hard shell that even their accusations cannot pierce. My tears have dried,. Her body moved in rhythm with mine as we made love this way for several minutes. Karen’s hips gyrated as I moved in and out of her more forcefully. Her movements grew stronger and more erratic as another orgasm built within her. When I held deep inside her and rubbed the base of my cock against her pearl, Karen cried out as the first wave hit her. I alternated thrusting and grinding, driving myself to climax soon after her. My cum shot in thick jets inside her as the final throes of her orgasm. Her asshole was so tight, I slowly worked my finger in it, working it in and out. Sonya looked back at me and said it felt fucking good and started to cum, telling me how fucking hot that felt with my finger in her ass and a cock in her pussy. I worked my finger in deeper, finger fucking her super tight asshole deeper and deeper. Sonya was shaking, getting my finger all wet, moaning and cumming over and over. I knew she was ready to be ass fucked, so I moved up and placed my cock at her. ‘I’m not really good at this,’ she confessed. ‘I’ve only been with a couple of guys since asshole left. He always said I was no good in bed.’ ‘Can’t possibly be true.’ It was the sort of thing you’d tell a woman you were hoping to lure into bed, even when the achievement was pretty much a dead certainty. I meant it, though. Julie kissed like she meant it. It wasn’t some kind of fake passion, ‘oh you’re so sexy screw me blind’ kiss. There was passion in there, and interest and a kind of loving..