He would forever regret not fighting for her. But he was here now and he wasn’t going to go anywhere any time soon. He loved her and he planned on b...ing in her life forever. Nyla cried for about an hour, and Ty just held her and told her everything was going to be okay. He rubbed her back while she cried on his shoulder. It was a moment that bonded them closer than close. Nyla liked that he made her feel safe, and she didn’t get so nervous around him like she did other men. That she was. She wore a a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. she looked and felt like a piece of meat, and it made her hornier than she'd ever been. Her pussy was soaking through the panties and she could feel her thighs slipping against each other as she moved. Chris should be up soon. Now...she heard his alarm go off. A few minutes later, she heard him walk past her bedroom as he went downstairs to the living room. Her heart was beating out of her chest. "Go...Now." She forced her self to her. "The answer is that she doesn't run it much. Back on the river, she was talking some deal with her brother about some kind of trade; I wouldn't be surprised if it comes off. So how was your trip?" Pretty good," he said as they got to the car. "Really pretty routine. Had a guy who couldn't get around very well; he was on crutches, and two or three of us had to lift him on and off the rig, but he had a heck of a good time. How about you?" For a half-trip it was pretty interesting," she told him. .." "Hush, hush, give me your arm," he said, having already taken control of my wrist in his big ham hand. He pulled my arm up and out and slipped it into the arm hole of a gauzy rust red long sleeved blouse. Half way on the arm hole balked as it encountered my bicep. Ronni nimbly popped open a button and pulled the blouse up and over my head, lifting my other arm and guiding it into position as he wriggled the blouse down my back side. My face was momentarily covered, inside the blouse,.