“It’s all right,” she told them. “He’s a friend.” They didn’t look like they believed her.She found the sausage in her pack and led him ...ack to the far side of the camp before giving it to him. “We’ll have to stay over here, and you’ll need to leave our horses alone. They’re part of my pack.”He sniffed the first piece tentatively before scarfing it down.As he ate, she said, “How did you end up here? We’re a long way from where we met last time.” They were at least a hundred miles from where. I couldn’t fight back. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ Later Kelly told me how when he kissed her goodnight he slipped his hand up her skirt, she pushed him away but the damage was already done. He licked his fingers, wet from their brush with her excitement soaked pussy and told her she wasn’t going to tease him out of fucking her. He then grabbed her and pushed his thick fingers into her cunt elevating him to a frenzied state. Kel was paralyzed with fear, he then opened back door of the. Well, atleast she was still breathing. My next inspection of thelittle criminal revealed a very muddied cheerleaderoutfit over a nicely shaped body. A lot of gears spun around in my head in a very shorttime. I should call for an ambulance and then report thehit and run to the cops. And then I could fight with herinsurance company to pay for the damage to my car. Or…I picked her up and carried her to my car where Istrapped her into the passenger seat. Then I headed forhome.“What the. We got cleaned up and dressed up and waited for our ride. I was surrounded, once again, by beauty. My wife was in one of her dancing outfits, Satin granny panties and all. She spun for us and there they were. Emerald green on a cute little bubble butt. Below them, teak stocking tops held by a matching green garter belt. On her feet, gorgeous green satin 3-inch Mary Jane pumps. The ones with the little straps over the foot to keep them on during a dancing storm. That was my wife. I saw that the.