Doc, you're leaving us. when you get back I might let you give me a backrub or front rub... or....
Whew, sexy... we are in trouble. I say start with ourselves and let them join in where ever they feel they are best suited. Holding out my hand. There is a quiet glad over there, with soft grass, a light breeze, a conveniant stream and no bugs or rocks. Tis made for love.
Migrant Standing I Guy and the Alien Head Thingy Man assume their positions on either side of the voluptuous nymphs who have dicarded their wispy duds and are tiger keen with anticipation.
I Guy, prepares himself by loosening his trousers and spitting on his hands...
..........grasping the smoking ruined gowns of the "nubile nymphs nuzzling naugtily" (young too) *cough,cough*
and then - settling his rippling hard muscled body on the edge to watch the "slippery sexy sensual sirens slithering slowly"...(gotcha thats 6-4 for Thor..OMG another rhyme)
Slipping slowly into the water, feeling it's cool smoothness caress my skin. Mmm....lovely, simply lovely. Feeling Merelen's skin under my fingers....so soft....so silky.....so tempting ~
The water embraces us like a sweet lover and we frolic like fauns. Laughing with our lilting lyre like voices. But I am distracted from my bad rhyming by sexychele. She is lovely, a vision, a fantasy. Then men on shore are almost drooling as her breasts bob up and down and her ass sways. I reach for her and emberace her, whispering in her ear. "Do you mind teasing them a bit? Let's see which one becomes bold first?" Then pulling her hair in one hand I force her face upwards to mine, looking into her eyes. Standing frozen, inches from her lips.