<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence couldn't deny the pleasure he was feeling even through the indirect contact.  The area had grown sensitive in it's time untouched.  Now he could feel every fibre of his being wanting it as if they were all separates part of one being of desire.  A communion of passionate life.<br/><br/>"I don't want to wait any longer."  Terrence managed to speak, though it came out as a breathing sound, with the right inflections.  He began helping Sara out of her pants, as he also removed his own, unwilling to linger any longer.</div></blockquote>