He acquired a glass of wine, complimented the artist being honored, and eventually got involved in a serious discussion with an interior decorator. Da... overheard a snatch of disagreement about differences in selection for business and personal collections that interested him. One decorator, the more flamboyantly gay of the two, argued that business collections had an obligation to be more reserved because of their broader audience and need not to offend. Dan joined just listening at first, but. "I think we better eat, and then we'll see." He pulled out two MREs read the labels and put one back in his pack. "Last heater, this is the nastiest cold." When he opened it, the smell of eggs was wonderful. Like the night before, he held it open so she could eat, but this time she stopped after half. He didn't refuse, but opened a tiny bottle of Tabasco, dumped it in the packet and ate the rest. They split some kind of cherry cake, and a hard chewy brownie. He reluctantly packed the rest away.. Sharon, who decided to sleep during the hour long road trip, didn't contribute to the conversation (other than an occasional gurgle or sigh), but she was certainly the object of much of the discussion.At one point, David and Danielle discussed the merits, or lack of merits, of Wal-Mart. Jobs, economic impact, wages and class of customers all came under fairly strong criticism from David, who was no fan of the mega chain.Eventually, they found their way into the parking lot, dodged abandoned. He fucked me slowly, deeply, firmly. My cunt muscles grasped at his thick shaft. My body rocked beneath him. Our tongues intertwined. My arms held his body; my legs crossed behind his backside pulled him into my depths. My cunt was on fire. Oh, oh what a fuck, what a cock. I revelled in his thrusts. Pleasure seared my whole being. I fucked him hard, I fucked him fast. I soared to my climax around his cock. I shivered, rocked and shuddered. I came. He thrust hard and deep into me. I felt his.