As I walked around to the back I could hear a sound that was all too familiar. The sound of Rusty tearing into and gobbling up some fresh meat he had ...ust caught. Still afraid of being shot I cautiously peeked around the corner of the cabin. There I saw a woman, about forty something sitting there in a chair sleeping. I said "HELLO" once more very loudly as I walked on around the porch and approached the steps. Asleep? Hell no. Next to her chair on the floor of the porch there was a gallon jug. I just thought she had gone on a holiday she hadn't told me about. Which was strange as we talked about everything and anything but no last minute holidays were ever mentioned.A week turned into two.Then after almost a month Emma returned. She was only wearing a dark hoodie with jeans, no makeup and her blonde hair tied back. Unusually for her she looked rough. As she greeted me with a weak smile I could see her eyes were heavy with emotion.I put down my sandwich box and bottle of water on the. Then she whispered Oh my god, is another person here? Yes baby. Now show me how you suck another mans cock. She had a hard time getting even a small portion of this dudes cock into her mouth but she tried like hell, gagging and drooling on that big dick. I then took the hand cuffs off of her so that she could feel how big this dick was that was about to be buried into her cunt. She put one hand on it and started jerking him off while she sucked him. Then she went to two hands. Her hands felt. Damn this man has stamina! He strokes me slowly this time, we both just taking our time, enjoying the passion, the heat, the physical presence of our bodies. Fingers intertwined, legs wrapped together, eyes locked on each other, lips softly touching, tongues teasing each other. To feel his soft moist skin under my fingertips, to feel his hands as they roam over my thighs, under my ass, it is the touching that is so sensuous. After a few more hours and countless orgasms, we finally decide to.