“There’s no doubt what this bed is for,” she said with a laugh. Looking around at the heavy hooks on the ceiling and the other strange-looking f...rniture, she added, “... or this room.”She got back up off the bed and removed her bra and panties. “Lucky I sleep nude anyway,” she said as she walked to the bathroom to rinse out her undies and hang them over a towel bar. After a quick, hot shower, she returned to the bed and again sprawled beneath the mirror.Now her fully-naked self watched as one. It is all too obvious she is still waiting for hers. I am shamed, once more, by the presence of this frail creature. I hear no thread of jealousy or trace of resentment in her sweet whispered well wishing. This quiet tender moment connects three spirited worthy travelers and I, a filthy stowaway, am not fit to breathe the same air — mask or no mask. In the dark center of my disquieted mind, I slice open my own chest. I tear out my heart and I hand it to her. This vision soothes me. I allow. Before she knew it I was completely inside her. As I begin pulling out, she stops me and wraps her legs around me, and says "no I want to feel you inside me just a little longer." I stay there inside her kissing her, our bodies interlocked, for what seems like forever and finally she starts to buck her hips while moaning. I smile and kiss her; we start pumping, thrusting, and squeezing. Hours losing track of time, making inhuman sounds, screaming, and fucking. We have no idea what time of. ..” I stammered as Malla was so right. I walked off blushing, as I was so lost in thought as I knew that I was guilty of being prejudiced of the birds, over the big cats. The same cats that could actually maim or kill any of us much faster than the birds could, or would.After being humbled by a young lady with a child-like mind I was at loose ends. I went to clean up my truck and trailer so that I could park them; Challa was already hard at work cleaning up her rig. I spent the next hour or so.