As he watched the barges winding their way around the bend in the river, he though how they were more likely going to end up sitting in the narrows or...nearby to be re-filled and dragged back up river once more before the ice did come. There was a peace around him, as inside things seeking to disturb his morning reverie, spun into his mind's eye only for him to cast aside and return to his most private thoughts and desires dark as they were. Spending a cold night, atop an between the bed of furs. During meetings, interacting with other coworkers, the tiny voice in the back of my mind was hers, and it was saying "tell me about it." She wanted to know details of the self pleasure that was yet to come. She knew that my "kink" tended towards the grotesque or more obvious expressions and acts of lust (much more so than her refined tastes). She had stuck a toe in the gutter of my libido and thrown me a bone in her subtle but very naughty request. My lustful mind burned for her.I almost ran to. He watched the grass coming up. Sandy flew perfectly, resisting the temptation to drive the airplane onto the grass or to slow too much. They landed about 1000 feet down the 2500 foot strip with a perfect swoosh of grass as the main wheels touched down. The resistance of the grass and the heavy breaking stopped them in another 500 feet, much quicker than on concrete. Tim watched Sandy open her door and unbuckle her belt, then he got out his already open door. They both moved away from the. Occasionally her hair would graze his head and he moaned between kisses. She giggled when she realized and bent over to tease his cock better with the tips of her hair. "Fuck that feels so good Dani. God you are so sexy." He moaned as she stroked him harder, her own soft sighs told him she was enjoying it just as much. "Mmm yes, keep stroking me like that" he groaned as he leaned back into the couch, both arms spread across the back as she worked him. He was almost lost in the pleasure of the.