"Talk about worthwhile mementos!"Sammy came to an instant halt as if she had just run into an invisible concrete wall. "Shit, why didn't I think of th...t!"Sammy stood in front of the small single story office building and looked at her phone. Ten minutes before two, she had arrived in plenty of time. She glanced up at the sign proclaiming "Specialty Cargo Limited" before opening the door and stepping inside where she was greeted with a cheerful, "Hello, how may I help you?" I'm Sammy Lightyear,". Fuck yes. Squeeze my tits. Harder. Harder. Mmmmm yes.” Michelle’s breathing was becoming more ragged with each passing minute.Eventually, I let go of her breasts and placed my hands under her back, and she shifted her weight to allow me to support her. Her hands now free, she placed one around the back of my head and the other ventured down to stroke her clit.We fucked like animals – kissing, moaning, grunting, swearing, and sweating. Michelle would be controlling her own pleasure, then she’d. I think I was in too much of a rush to bother getting those off. I literally dove back between her legs.I did pause to look and smell her incredible scent. Her panties were obviously very wet and were bunched up some. I pressed my face to her and felt her wetness, then inhaled deeply enjoying the scent. Tugging the gusset to one side I tasted her, only the second pussy I had ever tasted. She was delicious, very different from Marion. The spicy scent carried into her sharp flavor, I licked a. The other odd thing was that it only ever happened to one person in each race.None of that put me off running; it’s not as though they disappeared forever, or came back minus a foot or permanently stupid. Whatever the mystery was it didn’t seem to do any harm.In many ways, it was my favourite course. I loved the silence of the big trees. There were birds; I’ve heard a chiffchaff and I’ve seen a tree creeper but somehow the sound of an occasional bird deepens the silence. The ground is covered.