CHAPTER FIVE
"Christ -- I'm coming!" Myra Ross moaned, her eyes closed now. She could feel Kevin's c**k inside of her, spewing out sperm like drops of wet electricity. Her orgasm closed around it, like a tender bubble of sensation, and she caressed it and drained it until it grew pale and empty. Her cunt was an insatiable mouth as it drank down his pleasure between its quivering, gulping lips. She arched up against him, and moaned: "I'm coming .... I'm coming! ... I'm coming!"
Myra Ross had arrived at Mount Shangri-la Lodge earlier in the week, taking her first vacation by herself in her entire entire life. The vacation, however, had not been for pleasure or relaxation, but was a necessary way of getting a perspective on her life. A life that had taken a sudden, almost suicidal plunge, a
