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Wednesday, August 29th, 2007 The thick semen felt
warm, clinging to her skin. Mark sighed heavily and relaxed, his
body limp.
Janice crawled up and faced Mark, who was now smiling and
drifting in a warm glowing cloud. She knew it would be several
minutes before he could get hard again, and even longer until he
could come again. She swallowed the last of his come, and rested
alongside him. Janice’s pussy was wet, and she felt the need for
him inside her, giving her that won-derful pleasure. She idly
drew her hand over his chest, teasing the hairs lightly. Several
minutes went by, and when Mark hadn’t, at least, returned a
single caress, Janice nudged him.
“Mark?” She said softly. Getting no repsonse, she repeated his
name again a little louder, only to be met with a soft snore.
Janice now felt angry that he would go to sleep without being
considerate enough to please her too.
Janice sat up in the darkness of the tent, wiping his sperm from
her face and then groping for her pants. Nature was calling, and
there was a small building not far away that housed the showers
and toilets. Janice struggled into her soft cotton jogging pants
and began unzipping the tent. Mark snored a little louder,
driving her ire into a seething anger.
