She’s a terrific cook.”“Why don’t you join me?”She shook her head. “No. No, that wouldn’t feel right. For either of us.”I shrugged.“... guess this is goodbye then, Paul. I don’t know when we’ll bump into each other again.”“Vicky’s wedding? Have you been invited?”She shook her head. “It’s a small affair, from what I’ve heard.” She held out her hand for me to shake. “It was nice to know you, Paul Robertson.”“Likewise. Eventually.”She smiled at my reference to how we hadn’t gotten along at first.. My fingers pleaded with me to reach out and grasp a hold of those soft, round monuments to all that was good in the female form, but I resisted, save for once when she nearly lost her balance. I felt the warm skin beneath the thin fabric and felt a surge of joy course through me. We quickly reached the top of the waterfall. She stepped out of her sandals, and carefully made her way out onto the wet, bare rock after gathering the edge of her skirt. Halfway out, she turned to face me, smile. I start not to care and started pumping in and out as hard as I could. I slammed into her cervix and could feel the head off my cock opening spreading as it her cervix. She started to get a blank stare on her face as she slid across the blanking grunting from the mad fucking she was getting. I tried as hard as I could to get all my cock into her and I knew I was going to cum. I feel myself nearing the point of ecstasy, I pulled out and slammed into her tight pussy and felt myself go through her. But decided against it. "In Waxahachie. How are you getting a phone signal out in the Gulf of Mexico? I thought your cell phone wouldn't work out there." I'm not on cell, silly. I left that thing in my suitcase. I'm on the ship's phone system."Well ... an easily provable lie. Cell was in the unnamed building. Suitcase was in the hotel. "Oh ... having fun?" Nope. It's a drag, but I gotta do it for good ol' Carbunkle. Did you know there's a company song?" Really ... must be like college. I bet.