He was still greased, and I was still sort of greased. I rested my hand on Trace's hip and pushed in slowly. As my lap made contact with his bottom, T...ace surprised me and nestled back in my arms. I guess it shouldn't have surprised me. Trace always seemed to enjoy being my little brother.I wrapped my arms around him and began to slowly rock my hips, easing in and out. Trace moved with me. I wondered if he was hard and reached into his lap. His dick was flaccid, so he must have been moving to. To reach there on the path we had chosen, we needed to cross a knoll that was a bit over 7000 feet in elevation. Squirrel Spur was located on the far side of it. From our position on the knoll above it, it was easy to see how the fire had been able to cross the mountain from there. The spur was actually a steep narrow valley. There was an intermittent creek or stream that ran down it, but it was mostly dry already in May.From our research, we knew that Lone Valley was much deeper that Big Bear. He threw me back down on the floor, hitting my back and my head on the cement and pulled my hands up over my head, slapping some handcuffs on them. Jake went to the fridge and got a bottle of champagne out, aimed it at me and popped the cork. the cork hit my tit hard and champagne started to splash all over me. All of a sudden, like lions to a carcass, there were men all around me. They were licking and biting my nipples, slurping the champagne off my pussy, and one even slapped my face. Jake. One day in morning he called me and told that in afternoon to come his house he have some urgent work with me so i accept that and that day he knows that my office had a holiday. So in the afternoon i gone to his house and i wore night pant and night shirt, whenever I am home i wore that only so i gone to his house and gone inside so i seen that no one there at his house and he came out he is in Bermuda and banian that time so i ask him where is everyone he told they gone there mother house, so.