Night and day. The day seems never ending. I await to see my warrior. I feel as though I have waited for this day my whole life. As I watch the clock,...the only thing I able to do is think about him.He is strong! He is sexy! He is big and broad! I want him so badly, that nothing else matters. Soon and very soon, I will be in his masculine embrace.Have you ever seen the Irish pink Foxgloves of Westford?Its colors will whisper authentic romance in your ears,And its bonnets will seductively enchant. He continued to do his laundry while still clad in the stolen lingerie. Ken checked out his butt in the mirror of an old dresser in the basement and liked what he saw. He later ran a delicate load to clean the lingerie he had used to avert suspicion. Later in his room Ken finally admitted to himself that he liked dressing in bra and panties and wanted to do it again, but he had to be careful. He couldn't rely on there always being some of her lingerie in the laundry so a plan was needed.He. It's your turn, big boy!" She took my hand and led me to a spot a little away from the camp, and asked me to lay down, face up. She straddled me, and in the light of the fire I could see her parting her hairy lips and wondered where she was going to aim. My question was answered seconds later, when she released a hot stream over my cock, then slowly moved up my chest, stopping just short of my face. When she'd finished, she thanked me for allowing her to use me like that, and I took a quick. “Sorry”, was barely legible, but undeniably correct.Why couldn’t she have been able to interact with me as a normal human being, instead of alienating me in every possible way, when I was clearly her only hope of survival? Why couldn’t I have overlooked her prickly personality and merely helped her non-judgmentally until she had a chance to get her bearings?In any event, kneeling here beside her body wasn’t going to help anything and I certainly couldn’t simply walk away now. I slung her frail.