He watched as Rosa, a petite but shapely 5’2” and weighing 125 pounds, wrapped her small hand around Nat’s shaft then took the head into her mou...h. At first, she pulled back and smiled. She then laughed, responding to something Nat said – something Tim couldn’t make out from over in the doorway. Rosa then popped her neck and went back to slurping on Nat’s manhood. It was intimidatingThe man from the Lascivious Jungle moaned and ran his hands through Rosa’s brown hair. “Ahh,” Nat groaned. He. Am I at fault? Did I, in some way, wish for it? I am ashamed and confused.”She looked me at me straight with her dark eyes. “You have only known the wetness when you were filled with desire, so you think they are the same. But the wetness is not desire. The wetness is your pussy protecting itself from harm. You did not wish for it. You are not at fault. It is the wisdom of the spirit that dwells within.”“But when you cut his throat, I came! The spirit was released. This… this cannot be right. I. There was no mention of those items, but they are excellent ideas,” said Bernice.“If I may ask, are you married?”“Yes, I am and have three adult children. I have been with the company for ten years. I rarely have the chance to visit other departments. My husband travels a lot and I am alone most of the time,” said Bernice.“Well, that must be hard.”“Since it’s us girls, it is. I have a few things to keep me occupied when I have the urge if you know what I mean,” said Bernice.Bingo. The door was. They found a parkland trail and hiked up to an overlook of the area. Denver lay in the distance under a cover of polluted, stagnant air.Later, back at the motel room, Mike tried to call again. Still no answer. Their absence concerned him but perhaps they were visiting friends, or had gone for an overnight trip to Okanogan, or to Wenatchee to shop and visit.Early the next pre-dawn morning they located a city park and found an isolated corner for exercises and meditation until the sun rose higher.