Andi sqeezed my hand hard as I heard the large heavy footsteps not 50 feet in front of us, on the forest floor, just short of a left hand bend in the ...rail path. Suddenly, as the the ‘thing’ stepped forward, I heard Andi’s soft voice in my ear. ‘What is it? Do we run?’ I looked at her and without words I told her I didn’t know what it was. My attention was drawn back to the ‘thing’ as it took a couple steps forward. I saw the leaves move, and I heard Heavy, labored breathing. A monstrous sound. I don’t like that but it sounds alright coming from you.”“God you’re such a tart aren’t you!” grinned Helen and as she lifted herself up on to all fours and started to shuffle down the bed.“I am aren’t I?” Both girls were remembering when they were children how they used to tease each other that they were easy and would take any boy they could!“I bet you can’t wait to feel my tongue on your clit can you?” This made Rose giggle again, unable to help herself.“Oh yes please! I want your mouth on. It has always been that way for me:Anger, distress, sadness, physical or mental pain caused Doug to seek out sexual pleasure, or at least sexual release. Yet, he never craved emotional pain for the release. Sex and orgasm were the cure, a pleasurable cure, but just a cure nonetheless. The rush of endorphins, the primal effort, the way the single-mindedness of the act drove out all the despair, all the thoughts; some people take anti-depressants, other people fuck and jerk off. Doug was one of. You pull away, very self satisfied. I fall to my knees, breathing heavily, I wrap my arms around you and kiss you again even more passionately this time. I pick you up to lay you back on the bed. I begin kissing your neck again, slowly working my way down your chest. I take your breast in my hand, massaging around your areola with my tongue. I take your nipple in my mouth, sucking and massaging it with my tongue. Your breathing becomes heavy, your back arching with your hands on my back.