Admitting just my head, you move up and down, slowly teasing my urgency, rocking back and forth, until without warning, you lower yourself completely ...nd sheath me in your warm slippery wetness.Your heat grasps my rock on the upstrokes, relaxing and opening to admit me on the down strokes; building the excitement, riding faster and faster; until your body stiffens, and you cry out my name as you explode all around me.Crying out, I erupt, showering your walls with streams of hot nectar.By the. Com/story/Amazon-Women.964While I truly respect the story that augy6666 and so many of the other contributors have created, I want more creative control over the story I am trying to tell and have decided to branch off from that story. Many of the early chapters you will read in _The Lost Worlds are heavily modified versions of chapters that I originally wrote for the original story.To address any concerns of plagiarism, only my content has been brought over to this story.I hope you enjoy the. I went down to the kitchen to get something to drink and Bruce was just finishing his dinner. As I went over to his bowl and picked it up to put in the sink I patted him on the head and said was that he was a good boy because he had eaten it all up.I went and dropped his bowl in the sink then went to the refrigerator to get a cold glass of wine and leaned against the counter to drink it. I looked over at Bruce and he was looking at me with those beautiful dark eyes of his and licking his lips. Giggles and laughter told us Magda and Carl had arrived. They had their arms around each other as they skipped down from the house. I wondered if they were drunk."Does Magda drink?"Nancy had her lips against my ear."Uh uh, but Carl does."Crap. That didn't sound good, especially if Carl was driving. Then I remembered that Magda had our second car that night.The laughter stopped, and when I looked up Carl and Magda were in a clinch, kissing like there was no tomorrow, his hands on her bottom as.