Should'a brought's my shovel."A strange looking fellow wandered around the ruined room. A six foot three African, not African-American, African, is no... too strange but when added in that he was dressed in an orange pair of sweat pants with small holes scattered about, an old yellow Hawaiian shirt, the real kind not the fake, and flip flops, the full image becomes clear. His head was shaved, and he had a four leaf clover scared on his forehead, no one knows the origin of it. He paced aimlessly. "How could you lay there all night nude in front of a fire and not jump his bones??" Total and complete exhaustion Cleo. Neither of us really moved all night. He got up once to tend the fire, but other than that..." I started to shrug and stopped. I was going to be sore for a while. "We didn't so much as roll over." And all day, on your trail ride?" Cleo asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.I shook my head, silent, and ate another bite.Cleo frowned and crossed her arms over her chest."Well I've. All of these women were around the same age, mid 40's, and very close friends from what I gathered. I had an easy time coming to this conclusion because the entire time we were together was spent talking about their sexual escapades. Tori, who was married with three children, had absolutely no problem talking in length about how her husband spent the morning reaming her ass before he left on an out of town business trip. All she could talk about was how he kept plowing into her from behind well. Their tongues touch and they kiss deeply.The water arches over Sasha as August kisses her under her neck and around her breasts. Sasha feels her kiss gently the undersides of her breasts as August’s hands run across her belly. Sasha tries to push back, wanting to play with August’s breasts, but the other woman pushes her right back against the wall and shakes her head.“Like I said, this is like a breakfast in bed but...”“ ... without the bed or traditional breakfast,” Sasha finishes with a.