..The following Wednesday Beth Ann and I pulled out from the dock near Kimberling City and headed out for Eureka Springs. The day was hot and sunny an... promised to become more so. Neither of us cared a bit about the summer heat. We were as excited as young children about going our first houseboat adventure.No doubt we packed, bought and stored far more of everything than we would ever use but the excitement of our trip canceled out any frustration about our numerous purchases. Beth Ann and I. ... My wife's pale, and very smooth white skin compared to James' muscular and very dark skin. The contrast... Isn't that what some women admire as well? The contrast? It's then that James began moving and pumping into my wife's dripping hole. She began yelping, then whimpering... Then moaning... Then pleading.... Yes, my wife was pleading, but not for James to stop, but for James to claim her!"Please" cried my wife, "Claim me as YOURS! Claim my pussy... Take it, use it, make me YOURS!" If I. ” She kisses me, deeply, I can taste my salty sperm on her tongue.Immediately, she is wanking me back to hardness, surprisingly it takes only a few minutes. She leads me holding onto my knob, into her bedroom, a look of near crazed lust on her face. She draws the blinds then proceeds to remove her green tee and white jeans. She isn’t wearing a bra and her pert nipples are hard and stubby. She sits on the bed and pulls her black panties down and over her ankles and feet. Verity splays her legs. He was wet. He was covered in snow. It was pitch black everywhere. Oh, and he couldn’t move. There was no real pain, but whether that was the numbness of shock or just dumb luck took more thought than he could muster. The girl. Was she dead or alive? And if she was unfortunate enough to have survived, was she injured? How bad? Roy wanted desperately to look in the sleeper behind him and try to help her. If he could have moved, he would have checked, too. But he was trapped, and of no use to her.