Weak with desire, my elbows buckled and I lay flat on my back. I lifted my legs and placed my feet upon her bony shoulders as the sexual tension grew....Higher and higher I went with each stroke of her wonderfully creative tongue as she applied just the right pressure in just the right places, never doing the same thing too long or not long enough.While continuing to lick me, she probed my opening with her fingers. My high degree of moisture allowed her to easily slip inside me. Initially, since. We first met Carol while we unloading our U-Haul trailer when she offered to help us unload our few things. As it turned out she and Jacqui seemed to hit it off very well right from the start.One thing that was obvious I noticed right away was that both Carol and Jacqui seemed to like to wear rather skimpy outfits. Carol was wearing cut-off shorts and a tank top when we met and Jacqui, who had been wearing jeans and a 'regular' blouse when we arrived, had gone straight into the apartment and. I helped Mils onto the seat of the travois, and picked up the two long poles where they narrowed together, one on either side of me under my arms. I started to pull; this would work. There were only a few places where the travois wouldn't fit between trees or rocks as we went down the trail, or where the gradient necessitated that I carry her. At those places, I'd help Mils across or around the barrier, bring the travois across, and then we'd start again.We got to my camp about four. "Michael, what's going on in your head right now, tell me — please?" begged Karol.Her question pulled me out of my reverie. Should I tell her what I'm thinking? She seems so eager to get to know me. I've decided to be bold."Karol — right now, I'm thinking that your hand on my leg feels very good, but I am very scared to find out just how good you could make me feel ... if I let you." I know you're fighting your feelings, Michael. I can see the angst on your face. I've never before; felt the way.