Taking center frame, her firm, toned rear glistened in shimmering sunlight and saltwater.*Snap!*Wobbling into a martial arts stance, with her fists up...in guard, she glimpsed at the staff for approval. "How about an action shot? After all, we're in the birthplace of karate! One, two... Hyah-!" Her long, smooth leg lifted in a swift cheerleader kick, sending sand flying out onto the summer wind. It was so energetic and graceful, nobody had the heart to tell Riho that karate was actually invented. I was in extasy fucking her tight ass so completely, I wanted to make sure she understood how it could feel when I pounded her instead of making love to her gently. She realized that allowing me to fuck her ass, was thrilling and a totally different experience. That my timing was perfect and intentional. She guessed that I knew that while she was cumming, the elation would distract me. " OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!" she groaned.Within seconds after she came, I. "Michael? Do you have any idea what caused you to disappear?" I guess, technically, I didn't disappear, because I was still here the whole time. It was just that they couldn't see me," I offered."So that's why Ileana could still feel you, and pull you over on her?" Grace asked."I guess. Again, I didn't know you all couldn't see me until I scanned Alice," I replied. "To me, everything was normal. The only thing I did was to put up my shield while everyone else was talking. I was trying to shut. Tilling the blue-green clay that the Indians called mahkato, or "blue-earth", was a back-breaking job, and thankless. But Leah was so proud of her husband, whom she had known for almost ten years, when her family and his became some of the first residents of the fledgling town. They had been friends all these years, and now they were husband and wife.Leah had witnessed his bravery over and over again, beginning with the day they had first met. She had been eight years old, and curious to look.