It's always been a problem of mine, meaning the people who get close to me think that I can see the outsides of things and never the mysterious textur...s beneath. I can see them, the countless shapes of things inside that spiral and collide with one another and constantly form anew. I can see them and feel the energies they are made from. But the words, once formed, have trouble leaving my mouth. I think we say things in other ways, the unseen things inside us eventually traveling outwards and. Up and down, up and down. ‘Aaaa.’ ‘How about this?’ Circles. She rubbed little circles rapidly around the clit. ‘That’s the way I like it best. Do you?’ A squeak. How intelligent I was sounding! ‘No, I think this is what you like best.’ Up and down. Up and down. ‘Yes, this is the best way for you!’ Now the noises issuing from me were beyond description. I wanted to explain to her that this was the point at which I usually paused, making the growing orgasm wait, keeping it just exactly there,. She knew that plenty still remained inside of her little body, but she didn’t know what that meant. Could he actually impregnate her? Was the legendary Loch Ness Monster actually a family that had been reproducing for years, and that she was now going to continue? Or maybe he was fucking her purely for sport and would return her to civilization once he tired of playing with her body. Or, more grimly, maybe she would meet her end out here after all.There were many unresolved questions running. I pictured her golden-blonde hair damp with sweat, but most importantly I could see those eyes, her emerald eyes staring into mine, dripping with sheer desire.That was all it took. I felt my climax rising, moaning and groaning my entire body tensed and I shot my load into Emily’s… no, Taylor’s wet cunt.As soon as I finished, I kissed Taylor deeply, while she eased me from on top of her. I removed the condom and held her close.“That was great,” she whispered, holding my hand tightly but I was.