She remembered his companion better. He’d boarded a stop after his friend and she had looked up at him as he passed her seat. For a second she’d f...lt like he was eyeing her up, appraising her, but then that fleeting sense was gone. He too had been in work jeans and a heavy jacket, and his head was also clean shaven. He’d had a handsome angular face and was younger, in his late twenties. His strong features were marred, she thought, by a tattoo that crept up from his neck onto the side of his. Then Trent suddenly turned serious. "I have been fighting, training, on the run for years. Don't think that you can take me like you used to."Hartwell stared hard at his brother. Seeing the battle-hardened look in his eyes, Hartwell nodded. "I can see that you have been through a hell as bad if not worse than my own." Letting out a sigh of defeat, he nodded to the Empress and Derrick. "We should table this for a more peaceful time. Then we can beat the hell out of each other," this last said. She took it from me, moistened it slightly with her tongue and wiped the remaining lipstick from my face. Just her gentle touch with the tissue sent my senses screaming.Access to The Cavern is down a set of stairs through an opening in the sidewalk. I was amazed when we walked through the door into the building, it’s straight out of the old west, like stepping back in time a hundred-forty years. Just inside the door is a plaque with a brief description of the history of the building.It was good. I have to taste you. I long to inhale the scent of your womanhood. With my hands squeezing your breasts, lightly tweaking your nipples I kiss my way down your belly to your navel. I run my tongue around inside it and then continue on my way down. My hands leave your breast only because I need them to pull your panties down. As I do I look. I see. I slowly pull them down taking in the site of your pussy as it’s slowly revealed. What a wonderful sight. I love the way your legs come.