Her menacing approach made me recoil. I retreated to the edge of the bed, only being stopped by the wall. She sat there a look of confusion glanced ba...k at me. Her fingers crawled along the bed as her eyes never left my own. They danced up my legs and I cringed away. What is this fear that I feel towards her? Is this just my human nature urging me to reject and disdain something that is different, to be scared of something new? But she saved me why should I fear her? I need to find out if she. Then one day last year, the morning after your second or third show, we start joking about who would have sex with a dog...”We’re back on Kirsten now, laughing and looking around the table, waiting for her turn to say something.“And everyone joked that I would be most likely because my husband was away and I was always complaining about being horny, and not having any kind of release.”Cut to Kirsten sitting on her bed, still fully dressed, reaching into her bedside draw, under a gossip magazine. Droplets of clear stimulation formed on Randall's tip as he removed his finger from Jen's engorged labia and thrust into her wetness with his thickness in one swift plunging even stroke.The piercing jolt Jen felt of Randall's throbbing thick hardness filling her, made her claw at his back as her body shuddered from him invading her sexual space. She dug her nails into his hot skin as Randall thrust hard and fast, slamming her naked moist body into the back of the door. The knocking sound of her. “Want to take a shower first?” Dessie asked, hoping to get him interested in sex.“No, Baby,” he said as he pulled her into a hug. “My interest in having sex with you is coming back, but I have to get a lot of things out of my mind. The trip out, along with having gotten on so well with Karl and Glenda, has helped to get my mind off those memories that seem to be stuck in my head. The long hike tomorrow and the excitement of setting up camp in a totally new place — with just the two of us like.