I glance down and see that you’re getting hard. I keep rubbing the back of your neck as my lips run over your cheek and back down to your neck, you...feel my hot breath on your ear. I run my hands back over your shoulder to your chest, my fingers exploring as I kiss and nuzzle your neck. I bite and nibble gently down your trap muscle to your shoulder. My hand follows along your chest. My lips, teeth and tongue slowly work their way across your chest, my breasts pressed against your ribcage. I do not know what kind of fish they were, but we enjoyed them after Cookie had fried them. My mouth still waters when I think about it.We had close to 50 miles of fairly rough territory to cross before we came to the Cimarron River. We followed close to the edge of the river along here and had few problems. I guess that the Kiowa had more interesting things to do than to pester us, because we still had not seen any lately. We found out later that the Kiowa and Comanches had joined in a major. The short while that I've known Max I've always said that I'd definitely fuck the hell out of her but never gave the slightest inclination. A few steps from the door Max stops and I take another step to reach beside her and grab the door handle to open it. She knew what she was doing, so devilishly...As I reach around her my chest makes contact with her shoulder and BAM my dick rubs her ass. Max glances up at me with wanting eyes, the sensation of my cock rubbing her ass through her Spandex. She just stood there in front of me and opened her coat. She was wearing her netball kit; trainers on her feet with short white socks, dark blue netball skirt and light blue polo shirt. “I’ve just finished practice”, she whispered “I’m as horny as fuck and I’ve had my fingers in my pussy the whole way home on the coach, here, have a smell”. She shoved her right hand under my nose and I could clearly make out the gorgeous aroma of her cunt. “Do you like that perv’?” she whisprered, to which I.