The touching of you. The way my love for you is physically translated into electricity--the shock as I make contact, then the flow of current up and d...wn my fingers. With you I am like a person touching high voltage wires: I cannot be loosed without a broomstick.My fingers decidedly linger.They want to slip up under your suit and grapple your ass. Your ass that dissatisfies you, in the common way of many women."Stop staring at my ass; it's too fat!"I stop staring, instead moving my hands to. ‘I don’t…date.’ ‘I wasn’t asking..I mean…I am just hungry and I thought…’ That flustered me a bit, I wasn’t used to women saying no. After all, I am kind of cute. ‘Oh. Well, I have about $10.00 myself, that should be plenty then. Do you like Tacos?’ Hell, I had been living on tacos. We walked together down the hall, there was a Taco Bell just six blocks away. I opened the door for her, taking the opportunity to check her out more closely. It wasn’t easy to tell but there didn’t seem to be any. They seemed to melt and merge together. The nerves seemed to fuse to each other. Both women screamed and moaned. Monica ground her hips down while Tricia rolled hers. The rhythm of their hips together drove them out of their minds. Tricia knew that they both were squirters when they came. The thought of their juices mixing together on their pussies drove her crazy. Monica seemed to be thinking the same thing.I'm going to cum into your womb Bitch!!! Monica screamed.Tricia felt a weird sensation. Morning, Hedva." Good morning." Her voice had some of the old awe in it. He sighed. That wasn't good. As the others came down the mountain behind him, Anthony folded his arms across his chest."I think we have some talking to do." Or, at least," Chuck added, arms around both Melinda and Rinda's waists, "you two do. Shall we go to the dining hall?"Chuck took a sip of beer.They were calling it beer, at least. It wasn't, though. The last real beer had vanished down their throats well over a year.