My thrusts, her pushes were paced with the beating of our hearts, hers under my hands, mine pounding in my ears. We began to fit each other’s breath...ng, short and intermittent.Even just for a short moment, but she was mine now and I had to claim her, mark every inch of her with my touch, my scent, with every essence of my desire.We turned, we traveled every passage, we turned again. We climbed, we jumped, we flew, we fell. In overwhelming silence, in final thrusts, baptized with the hotness of. Becoming accustomed to the feel of me inside her again, she met my every thrust with a counter stroke. Her hands held onto my shoulders like the talons of a falcon and her perfect breasts swung tantalizingly past my mouth like a pair of ripe mangoes dripping with nectar. I longed to reach up and lick them. All this time her breathing and the soft moans that she made were pure music to my ears. It was almost too much.I held her by the waist and with every down-stroke I ground her clit gently. "I'm sorry, Megan," he nearly cried. "They dared me to do it. I didn'twant... I didn't... I didn't know!"I knew what he was talking about. Dad wasn't even fully aware of thedevelopments that my body had gone through. Only Mom and I were trulyaware of what my body was doing. But that was no excuse!"That doesn't make it okay!" I screamed at him! I wasn't ready to forgivehim! He'd embarrassed me in front of his friends in nearly the worstpossible way! The only thing that could have been worse was. After recovering from their hangover the next day the two new friends traveled the 50 miles to the old ranch Jack Haffner had worked his entire life, to see what was left. Within a week they had begun the paperwork to form Haff-Bent Enterprises, a partnership using Bill’s land – which included the beautifully rugged Lizard Canyon – and Cal’s money to start an ambitious project, turning the ranch into a resort that would feature trail rides in the canyon during the summer and three ski slopes.
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