I sucked on it for a couple of seconds until her fingernail ended up scratching my tongue. I set it free as she wiped it against her pajamas as she di... for everything else. She picked up two spoons, dropped them into the bowl and carried them to the living room. I followed her in a daze as she got to the living room. She sat Indian style as she ate away with one spoon, the other obviously for her. With the TV in front of her, she turned it on and put on the Saturday Morning cartoons. It had. It was a girl about thirty or forty years old. He didn’t see anyone else and assumed that any others went down with the plane. He yanked the girl across his kayak and paddled back to his cabin. Throwing her over his shoulder he took her into the cabin. She was knocked out, cold and wet. He took her clothes off, dried her, wrapped her in a blanket and laid her gently by the fire. By the time the coffee was hot the girl was stirring. She woke up screaming and trembling. He sat in front of her and. We smiled at the barista then Sheri and I reached for our glasses, toasted by clanking them together with neither of us saying a word verbally, leaving our eyes and attributes to express our lust. Sheri swiveled her bar stool until her front was facing mine. I placed my strong hands on her knees, slowly prying them outwards. The hem of Sheri's skirt crept up her legs exposing the flesh to her upper thighs. An invisible but tangible fog of Sheri's hypnotizing sex scent emanated from beneath her. Her warm supple breasts pressed against my side as she kissed along my neck and shoulder, combing her fingers through my hair with one hand and massaging over my chest with the other, running her fingers through my chesthair. I caressed my hand up her back, and slipped my fingers around to her breast, circling my fingertips around her puffy areola, capturing and squeezing her nipple between my fingers. She gasped as tingles of pleasure shot from her nipple to her pussy, grinding her wet hot.