I too in turn started kissing him and I think this was the kiss which went on for almost half an hour but he was just kissing holding my cheeks in his...hands and moving his hands on my neck and I was just rolling my fingers in his hair then after our kissing session then he was looking into my eyes, we both were sleeping on my bed turned to each other hugging each other very stronglyMy boobs were touching him and lip lock was still going on kissing each other but this time with a strong hug,. My stiff nipples poked against the fabric, betraying there was only the thin material of the dress that kept my body concealed.I heard you smack your lips together. You writhed in the chair your desire to take me etched on your face. I looked you in the eyes, pulled my nipples and moaned with lust. Your nostrils flared, as the scent of me reached you. Perfume, body oil and something more primal, every rotation of my hips wafted this special scent in the air. It grew stronger and pressed hard on. "There was a lectern-like stand in front of the only door leading into the place, but no one was there. Peering around Ron thought he saw some movement inside, but had just about changed his mind about looking through the tent when a young, shaven headed man wearing a black goatee and carefully trimmed moustache cheerfully emerged from inside. "Hello, Ron, welcome to The Hall of Mystic Mirrors," the young man, evidently a skinhead from all the tattoos adorning his bare arms and chest underneath. What I really hated was that Joe and Running Fox were on a hunting expedition when the storm hit. Well, there was no way in hell that we could help them, so all we could do was to hope that Running Fox could get them through it. He certainly knew more about surviving sand storms than Joe did, but Joe was good at following Running Fox's orders.Running Fox had seen the storm coming, but he knew that there was no way that they could get back to the wagon train before they were swallowed by the.