Not by wearing it for him, but she was going to let him see what she’d bought. She didn’t understand that urge, but also didn’t think about it a...lot. She just wanted to do it.She might not wear that ensemble anywhere but in her bedroom, but she wanted it.As she was paying for her purchase, she suddenly thought about Harold. “He” was back east and even though she hadn’t felt anything close to an amorous nature, she knew that would someday return.“Can I ask you a strange question?” she asked the. "See ya Jim I'll see you at the bar," Wayne said. Icould hear Jim leaving, I looked up at Wayne, he smiled, "sorry aboutthat babe, but we can't stop now." I was a bit pissed about what justhappened but what could I do, after all I still had Wayne's cock in mymouth so being a good girl and went back to pleasuring him. About fiveminutes later, I could feel his veiny shaft tense up as he explodedinto my mouth. I clamped down with my lips and swallowed every bit ofcum I had coming to me. I. “Everything still feels different.”“Bend over the trunk.”I nodded. I needed more punishment. He understood that. I turned around, my ass a throbbing mass of pain. I bent over it. I pressed my body tight to it. I gripped the edges, holding it tight. My heart thudded in my chest.“Big sis!” Alicia gasped. She snagged my right hand. She pried it from the car and gripped it. She stared at me with such ... such love in her eyes. That was why she slapped me. She was as angry as Clint because she loved. My solution was to patrol the area. I wouldn’t just sit and watch the stars. I would get out and about. I would set snare lines. If there was a river, I would rig a hook line. I would look for edible plants and herbs. There are a million things that can be done in a camp. And all it takes to stay awake is do something, anything. Usually, I’m such a chowhound. I would do things to help out the larder.Because this wasn’t going to be our base camp, breakfast this morning was quick and easy,.