She had been busy about the camp all afternoon.At the last gleam of sunset I had sparked the torches. The wind caught the suspended fires and whipped ...he flames. The torchlight cast on the sand was a deep red. The shifting and pulsating shadows gave the camp an unsettling ominous aura."Welcome to the Devil's Lair," I mused to myself as I swung back and forth in the hammock. I was sitting upright and sideways with my arms out-stretched and my feet dangling. I watched Jennifer and our evening's. ” Ishowed her what I meant and she continued for a fewminutes, telling me it felt better.Around noon I heated some soup and gave it to her,watching her eat.“You treat me like my Mom used to,” she said, “alwaysthere when I needed her.”“You’re a guest in my home,” I replied.That afternoon I went riding alone, taking the road tothe trail and then the section line west. I had tothink without her near me, to decide what to do.Attracted to her? Yes,. If she was, I was probably never going to let her go. If she liked this, I might just keep her locked away for when my urges came out. “Christine,” I said as I drilled into her ass, “what part are you into?”“All of it. Every single thing you’ve done to me.” She moaned as I felt her ass tightening around my dick. She was so close to coming and that was new for me. No one had ever come while I was doing this to them. “It hurts like hell at first, but then the pain makes it feel amazing.” Then she. I worked on them a bit, feeling her shift under my touch. my hand moved between her legs which are clamped tightly. I gave her a slap on the thigh...nothing. Quickly I grabbed her face hard and told her to " Open!". In a stern voice. She made eye contact with me for the first time, the fear in her eyes causing me to soften a bit. Her legs relaxed. I smiled and kissed her softly again as I pushed my hand between them. The wetness is amazing. Our cum tinged with blood, mixed together in her sweet.