Andrew kept walking for half an hour by stopping to rest the animals. “I guess we’re clear of that possible threat now.” He said to Spook. “We...can stop here for a while and eat. Then we can make camp off the road, how’s that sound boy?” He asked the dog. Spook woofed at him and took off into the brush, then popped his head back out as if to say, “Follow me.” Andrew smiled and gave a short laugh, “Ok Spook, lead on.” He pulled the mules and they followed without further complaint. They knew. The kissing became passionate and heavy with tongues eventually meeting. Chloe felt the first touch of a woman as Lana ran her right hand up and down her soft inner thighs. Chloe stopped her. Keeping her wanting. She stopped kissing Lana and edged off the bed. Kicking off her Converse pumps and sliding down her jeans and knickers in one swoop. All that Chloe now wore was her T-shirt and bra. She couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to be so forward but this was happening and she wanted it.. My first orgasm shatters me and I start to scream out my pleasure, but he puts his hand over my mouth, covering my scream of ecstasy. I lay back on the desk and his hands grip my tits, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. He turns me over suddenly, bending me over my desk. His hands grip my asscheeks, squeezing them and spreading them. He savagely takes me from behind. Slamming into my tight wet hole so hard that I gasp in surprise. Our skin slaps together as he fucks me harder and faster than he has. He closed his eyes as if savoring the sensation. Another low moan came from deep in his chest, then he reached between my legs to grab my pussy. “Don't touch me, mister.” I slapped his hand away. “Who do you think you are?” He practically growled. “I'm Sherry, a writer who will tell you stories you will never forget.” I took my hand away from his bulge, picked up my champagne and swallowed what was left, then handed him his glass. “We can't waste good champagne can we, Angelo?” He finished his.