The damn of his resistance has been burst and the man has now convinced himself that sucking and kissing his own flesh and blood’s breasts is no lon...er such a big taboo. Candace seems to agree, shifting her position to straddle his waist, his throbbing member poking up between their bellies.“I, um ... don’t think that is such a good idea,” Caleb manages to stammer when he feels the girl’s hot, wet cunt almost dripping onto his balls.“Quiet you!” Is her only response when she pushed her cheat. He did have to watch out for hunters, but as he was traveling at night he figured he was relatively safe. He was also feeling a sense of urgency to get to her. Stopping in a copse of trees, he raised his nose and sniffed the wind. There, a faint whiff of smoke, possibly from a fireplace. He took a couple of steps forward, still sniffing the wind when … SNAP! Son of mother fucking whore! A trap snapped around his left foreleg! Damn it, he could not even shift to get his leg out. Extreme pain. “So good to see you,” we said simultaneously. I took her bags and led her to my apartment. I opened the door and showed her inside. “I love what you have done to the place,” she said running a finger over the entertainment console, noticing the gathering dust. “Uh, yeah,” said I, half apologetically. “Well good help is hard to find,” I explained referring to the late, departed housemaid. “Fetch your own bloody drink I will dump these in your room,” I was referring to the half ton of luggage. . that is until she "surprised" me by casually mention the approaching weekend."Hey Honey?" she said calmly, "This Saturday evening, I've been invited to a bridal shower for a friend at work. It starts at 7:00, just so you know. Will you be okay if I go?"'yea, sure' I thought to myself. 'bridal shower my ass!' But I had a couple of choices here: Call her out and tell her that I know what she's up too, Let her go and then change the locks on the door and toss her stuff out on the lawn, OR play.