"Your very near future," I said, agreeing. "Where is your swim suit?" It's in a suitcase. I won't have to dig too hard to get to it." I didn't bring a...swim suit," I said."You've got those running shorts you used to sleep in," she reminded me."You mean the ones I don't sleep in anymore?"She grinned. "Yes, the ones I won't let you wear anymore."So, five minutes later, still dripping sweat, we were ready to go to the pool.The only problem was that we changed into our swimsuits in the tent.Which. Come on, we ought to get Voss to a healer.”The trip down the mountain was easier than the trip up, by far, with the only added aggravation being Voss’ complaining. Despite how long it took us getting up here, we were down and back to the city shortly after noon.We dropped Voss off at a physician, paying the three gold for his fee out of the treasure bag.As Katriana and I, tired from a day’s worth of walking, slouched into the Lazy Ox, the innkeeper was there to greet us. “Back again, eh?. Then an idea popped into Jamie’s head she grabbed the last rib and began to chow down on the meat. Then Jamie gave Tori a messy French kiss transferring the chewed up rib meat from her mouth. Then with all her might she finally shoved the fourth chewed up rib in Tori’s ass. Jamie looked at the bitchy waitress and had to take a minute to recover from laughing so hard. After admiring her handy work for a while Jamie decided to move on to the milf berating her son. “So you did not want your son. He then and there shot that huge forked tongue of his out once again all thick syrupy dripping with his deep green/blue saliva and sent the forks wildly swinging and curling this way and that right up into her pussy this time they slid right up into her with ease right to where the joining of them to his huge thick roughly meated tongue.My wife swung that ass of hers up off the bed giving a total and complete mind curling scream as her juices gushed from her pussy and no doubt those forks of.