My thumbs feathered her nipples, already hard without my touch. That didn't deter me from bending to suck them.I pondered what to do next, whether to ...ontinue on to her skirt or to start on my own shirt and jeans. Linda decided for me, reaching to my waist to pull my polo shirt over my head. She bent to lick each of my nipples, hardening them until they were like hers. But no, they could never be like her nipples, supported as hers were by those beautiful, squeezable tits. Tits I hadn't yet. One night without water was acceptable, but two dry nights would be an entirely different story. They had to find water, and they had to find it pretty soon.Thank God! There was the glint of water up ahead. They rode toward the water, but were abruptly stopped by a wooden fence. "Who the hell had fenced off the only water for miles?" wondered Andy.Jane answered, "There's been a lot of feudin' goin' on around these parts, an' this fence is pro'bly part of that. We kin pro'bly git through ifen we. That was so hot." She went on to explain that maybe they fucked a lot more that she had admitted in the past. Hearing the stories got me hard as a rock and I started playing with myself. When she said, "oh...and the way it felt when he first slid his cock inside of my wet pussy"...she started to have an orgasm. The first in what would be at least five orgasms that morning. She looked at me and said, "you would love to suck his cock. It's so nice and his head is nice and big." I had shared. ‘Do you have a message for Emily’, she said softly her voice husky with her nervousness. He turned away from her to check the message box. He picked up an envelope and handed it her. She tore open the envelope and pulled out a sheet of hotel stationary. She unfolded the page and read it, it contained two words, Emerald Suite and a small drawing of a four-leaf clover. She folded the page back and shoved it and the envelope in her purse, before looking back at the concierge who was still watching.