Brad seemed especially upset. Something is going on, Gary thought. Then he remembered the bloody knife sheathed in Eliza's belt. Oh shit, he realized....I'm out here in the forest, paralyzed, shot by a possible celebrity lunatic, and I have no witnesses. She could be planning to kill me next!Eliza's hand grabbed the back of his neck. "Go!" she ordered her fellow hunters again."Alright," Nate said, taking Brad's arm and pointing over his shoulder. "I hope you know what you're doing." He shook his. He was walking them around to the shaded side wall of the stairwell, backing her onto it.Dropping her feet to the ground, her hands slid down has firm shoulders and chest, across his softer belly to his pants. As she unbuttons them and zips down his fly, his hands slide up the out side of her smooth tanned thigh, under her sheer white dress to hook his thumbs into her panties. As his pants drop, he kneels, sliding her panties to her knees, where he notices the large wet spot in their crotch.. I loaded her bag with my hot cream and she lay in my arms while my dick was still in her pussy. We then laid there for quite some time and all this time I was pressing her ass cheeks and slapping them. After some time she got up and said that lets shower together and enjoy once more for the day. We got up and went to the washroom to take a bath. She opened the shower and turned her back against me and started to rub her as$ cheeks again my dick. I held her by her waist and moved her more close. I would come home to find she had pulled everything out of one of the cupboards. She would complain about the cleaner we employed not cleaning the house properly and do it all again herself. I did my best to cheer her up but it seemed most things I tried would upset her. I would often find her looking at me with a strange expression on her face. Our sex life never really got going again after her depression, and she would rarely tell me that she loved me anymore.When I tried to talk to her.