)You and I were meant to fly higher than the cloudsWe’ll sail across the sky, so come with meAnd you will feel that we’re soaringThat we’re floa...ing up so high‘Cause you and I were meant to flySailing like a bird high on the wings of loveTake me higher than all the stars above (Brad joined in again with soft harmony.)I’m burning, yearning gently turning round and roundI’m always rising up I never want to come back downYou and I were meant to fly higher than the cloudsWe’ll sail across the sky,. This was the most intense game we ever played. 10 seconds left on the clock, double zero's, at the 50 yard line. Oh yeah, and the Washington annual flooding just began. (We were WAY above flood lines, but it was a monsoon!) Time to huddle. We get our play, the coach wants us to pull out all the stops, it's time to show Lynden what Ferndale was made of. We ran the trick play, and Tanner gets the ball!!!! The crowd in the Ferndale section of the sands goes wild!!!! That damn Safety runs. Yesssss....Mas....Master!” Samantha pants, unable to resist, “Ooooooo, uhn, ah, oooooh, oh baby! Shit! I’m yours!”I call her every kind of whore there is over the next hour as I fuck her sopping, wet pussy with those long, drilling strokes. Her head whips her brunette hair back and forth in a frenzy beneath me. In time, she is unable to take anymore, simply passing out from the sensual overload.I pull out of her cunt, leaving it gaping open. I then flip her over onto her front. Holding her butt. I don’t know why he thought that was funny, but he did. I had my head down again, and he asked me if I liked kissing. I nodded into his floaty. A minute or so passed, and I dared to look up into his eyes. “I like you,” I said, like a complete pillock. Damn my embarrassing mouth! He smiled down at me and said, “I should hope so. You shouldn’t kiss people you don’t like, like that! You’re very good at kissing. Would you like to do it again?” Head down (it’s habit, okay?), I nodded. “Well, look.