Then their lips touched and nothing else in the world mattered."Katie?" he whispered."Yes?" Why are you here?" I need an answer from you." Ask." When ...ou left me almost eight years ago, on that morning, you said you were crazy about me. Is that still true? Be honest!" Damn it, yes! I don't want to mess up your life again, but yes, I still want you. Katie, I love you. I love you more now than eight years ago because I had a chance to get to know you." Good answer," she purred, leaning into him. Despite that threat, the pictures were enough to cause her pussy to twitch with need.Yes, Sean was a giant fucking asshole. Still, Heather was now trapped in a haze, that netherworld purgatory between edge and orgasm. Her mind silently raced with conflicting thoughts of her salacious rendezvous with him. Still, it remained stuck on autopilot as her hand coaxed her surging climax to the surface. She watched, mesmerized, as her smartphone slowly fidgeted on her office desk while her hand did the. ”“What do you think you understand?”“I don’t know exactly but I am sure I understand something.”“You’re going to understand cleaning out the chamber pots.”“I understand that. Plus I have to clean the dishes when we camp, too.”“I’m glad we came to that understanding.” I laughed then, and he joined me. Even Jasmine giggled a little.We made it to town and went to find the armorer. Mine, while comfortable, had seen better days, so we all got measured. Moe, the leather worker, went to work on making. We knew that we would be able to keep ourselves busy for the next week. We truly were on a trip that we could remember for years to come. By the afternoon of the fourth day we felt spoiled. A typical day for us was to get up and go exercise. Some mornings that meant going for a brisk four mile an hour walk or eighteen holes of golf or laps in the pool. Then we’d head back to the room for sex if we didn’t do it elsewhere. One morning while I was in the shower she joined me. Another morning we.