Pairs of Hoppersseem to enjoy "playing house" as it were.Hopper's don't usually stay in one body for long. They grow restless,constantly seeking to ex...erience the lives and sensations of new anddifferent mounts. Nomadic, they don't stay in one place for long. Often,stewardesses or traveling business women serve to move them from countryto country, continent to continent. Not really a formal society, Hoppers are always on the lookout for othersof their kind. They enjoy each other's company,. Nathan tightened his grip. The dick in his hand twitched a second time.His friend sighed. The sigh had been quiet enough for Nathan to believe that he had been the only one to have heard it. However, when he turned his head, he saw the boy, who had been watching them, raise his eyebrows. It wasn’t quite a look of astonishment so much as a look of philosophic enlightenment as if he was just now coming to the realization that a boy of only sixteen could sigh quite like how Nathan had made his. I could feel myself sweating, but none of that mattered, because I had just asked a beautiful girl out for a drink, even if I knew nothing about her and we had shared about five minutes of chat. Elated, I headed to my section of the store and started stacking with a spring in my step. * A couple of hours later, while crouched by modern art checking the order of books on some sculptor, something caught the side of my eye. Looking around I saw Emma, beckoning to me and holding a finger over her. My right hand was busy between my wide open thighs, caressing my moist lips. Dragging both fingers through them, feeling my soft, waxed mound. Arching my entire hand over my front rump, downwards; sinking two fingers into my now sopping pussy. My feet shifted against the sheets of my bed as both legs writhed from side to side in pleasure. My moans were soft and gentle as I continued to give myself unbelievable sensations. My eyes drifted subtly to the window, I could see through the crack of.