“Hump me! Do me! Ravage me!” I tore the at the slip, re-exposing her breasts. “Yes! Tell me how you’re fucking me. Tel... me how, likeyou did then!” “I ripping your clothes off!” I yelled, enjoying thegame. “Ohh yes!!” She seemed orgasmic. I wondered how strong shewanted… I tore at the panties. “Oh, I’m going to fuck yoursweet cunt! I’m going to ram my cock into your pussy andtear it open!”. It’s a nice little 1,200 square feet place.”“That’s big.”“Not really.”“It seems kind of big for a servant’s house.”“They’re not servants. They’re the cook and the gardener.”She supposed it made sense in a ‘Benny and Tim’ kind of way. She figured they viewed them as caretakers rather than servants. She’d come to know Benny well enough to know that he occasionally got lost in his head, and might stay there for days. It wasn’t any kind of mental illness. He was just thinking.The other day she had. By the time we reached the top of the ridge I was reeling with fatigue, with aching muscles I had not known existed.We tramped along the ridge line for an hour, until again we faced a hard pull up to another ridge.And so it went on until noon, when Pepe called a halt. I slumped to the ground, completely exhausted, while Pepe saw to the mule, and then started a fire. He handed me a goatskin full of water, which although welcome tasted of goat. He then passed me some cooked pasta in a bowl, which. I got my treat as I discreetly was watching hisstrip off his clothes. again seeing the out line of his cock head in hiswhite briefs and again like in the tent he kept his socks on.In bed we laid there admiring ourselves in the mirror above. he even puthis arm around my bare shoulder as if posing for a picture. Then like inthe tent we were each on our sides in the middle of the large bed withour beers in hand talking. Again to my delight His socked foot wasrubbing against my bare food. he looked.