"We got their old truck. We done tore out their old telephone. It's a good five miles to the nearest town and old as they are it would take them at le...st a day to make it, even assuming they could. Couldn't we just leave them here and take the car and supplies and go?" "Don't you be talkin' so gall darned stupid Billie Joe." Bubba hisses at me. "We need more than a dang day. Besides I don't believe in leavin' loose ends around. They may not talk much to us, but you can bet they will sing real. Without me stroking my hard prick in and out of her, it slows down her excitement at least as much as it does mine. The end result in almost every time we make love is that I cum and she doesn’t. I hate that, and I can assume that Shelly isn’t too happy about it either. Once I cum our love making is over. I would eagerly tease and finger and play even lick her to get her to cum after I have finished, but she will have none of it. Once I cum, whether she has or not, she heads off the bathroom. The sight of my straight razor in one hand and his cock tightly clinched in my other hand was tormenting Paul almost to the breaking point (or more accurately "climax" point). This time I put some oil in my palm and gently started milking the stretched out Marine. It was getting hotter, both from the sun and from the sexual fire between Paul and me. Paul's taut, naked, strapped down body was wet with sweat again. He was twisting and turning in his bondage as best he could to offset the. She kissed him for a minute then realized what she was doing and it was not right. She pushed against his chest and pulled her lips from his. ‘Jim, we can’t. Even if we both want to.’ ‘Why not? You know we both want it.’ His hand slowly crept beneath her shirt up to her breast. He squeezed it gently rubbing the nipple. ‘Can’t you see how much I need you?’ His other hand fell from her waist to her ass and pulled her against him. ‘Everyone will wonder why we both disappeared for so long, we can’t.