“Ooo,” he grunted. “Damn, you’re tight. Even after the shower. And wet.”“That’s all you inside,” I said, “from the shower.”“O..., yeah, that’s nice,” he cooed. “Makes the best lube.”He began to slowly fuck my ass while his hands gently played with my tits. The butter on his fingers made them slide over my nipples easily.I relished the feel of his cock stroking in and out of my ass. I craved it. I also loved the way his slick hands would glide over my nipples. I felt his hairy legs pressed. ” “But this has the potential to be significantly more intimate.” Her eyes continued to sparkle with delight. “Intimacy without commitment?” “That sounds a little shoddy. I’m not afraid of some level of commitment.” “Really? What did you have in mind?” “Okay. This is awkward.” “I know,” she laughed. “It’s my fault. I’m just playing with you.” “Toying with me, really.” “That’s probably a result of the necessity for me to be strong and independent. It’s not easy being a single mom and fending off. Then we went out to a bar that was known as a meat market and decided to have some fun. I went in first by myself, taking my time so folks would notice, and then took a seat at one end of the bar and ordered a drink. It was off-season, but it was a Friday and there was a decent crowd but not uncomfortably packed like it would be in the summer. A couple minutes later Jack entered and went to the other end of the bar. Before long a guy hit on me, a nice looking guy about my age. I gave him the. She trusted him and recalled that his instincts eventually led him to her. But she drew the line when he informed her they would need to cross the river again, insisting they find a place where it was shallower or otherwise easier to pass. She would not repeat their first crossing, they had to find another way. With his companion’s parameters in mind, the Tracker kept a watchful eye for places which might prove promising. Unfortunately, Sala was not enthusiastic about any of the options he had.