Are you kids both alright?” she asked, as she looked up at them.“We’re OK, Momma. Do you think we’ll have to stay here all night?” Rena aske..., as she looked up at the steep rock bluff on one side of the highway, then at the sheer drop off on the other.“There’s lots of traffic on this old road, someone will be by here soon, Hon. Just stay over here out of the way so you won’t get hit if they don’t see us in the dark.”Chester Reyland had dragged the big buck out and was on his back under his old. I don't know why not.I pulled her unresisting body closer to mine. I bore down as if I were shitting, but I knew it was just more thingies coming to join the fun -- I hadn't had to use a bathroom in nearly a year. Convenient, but a hassle to remember to pretend, if you know what I mean.Finally, all the thingies seemed to start thrusting back and forth, although not really in unison. It was the most scrumptious thing, like being tickled and stroked and teased and masturbated all rolled into one. If by any chance you do hear from her, can you ask her to let me know where I should have my solicitor send the divorce papers? I'm intending to divorce her for desertion. We'll just see who gets the short end of the stick in her little game now." You can't do that. She going to divorce you for adultery." Before she can do that, Chantelle, I actually have to have committed adultery with someone and as I know I have and haven't done, I think I'm pretty safe on that score. Now don't you go. Our hotel room was absolutely beautiful. The bedroom windows faced the ocean, and the beach was a stone's throw from the door. Thinking I'd be a little romantic, I suggested a sunset walk on the beach. Happily agreeing, Abby swiftly went into the master bathroom to slip into her bikini, while I jumped into my swim trunks. Just as I pulled them on, Abby stepped out of the bathroom in a thin, teal bikini that modeled her ample breasts and toned stomach and thighs wonderfully. "All ready for our.