He kissed her gently and moved his hips in and out a few times. I could see his cock was still firm, her pussy wet with their combined juices, so it w...sn’t long before they renewed their tender activity without missing a beat.“Again?” I asked myself, “Man this guy is a love machine.”“OH!” She gasped, “Oh! Momma! Getting bigger!” She whispered.“Oh! Yeah!” He sighed.Humping his hips up and down, making sure he stroked her deeply and firmly on each stroke. Her hips moved to his rhythm, wet sounds,. He hadn't gone very far when he began to hear thunder echoing through the mountains. This high in the mountains, the great claps of thunder would echo from mountain to mountain making it hard to tell which direction the storm was coming from. Soon the rain started, small droplets at first, and then it started to pour. Already soaked to the bone, Darrell looking for a place to get out of the storm that could last for many hours. He thought he saw a cabin through the brush and headed in that. He really looked at her for the first time. Her blonde hair was tied back in a bun and she had extremely cute dimples. She wore a long dress, the bodice hugged her body tightly and showed off the right amount of cleavage. Her large breasts fit perfectly with her curvy body. “What’s your name?” “Anthony, and yours?” “Maggie.” They shook hands. “I’m sorry, I must be boring you. What is your costume any ways?” Anthony laughed. “To be honest, I am not exactly sure. My wife picked it out to match. “We first noticed some people tailing you almost a year ago. We got the police to trace their cars, and when a Soviet connection came up, Dan flagged it up to MI5. The Russians have been watching you, and we’ve been watching them watch you. We picked up this particular tail at Waterloo, and he was on the train with us to Weymouth. We lost him on the ferry, and then he turned up again in Nantes. He doesn’t pose any real risk. From what we know, he’s a desk spook, not an assassin. But this is why.