The weather forecast was supposed to be in the high ninety’s and a lot of humidity when we arrived.We had booked this flight late, we did not have g...eat seats. Brandi had the middle seat, I had the isle and a black gentleman had the window. As we were setting there we introduced ourselves. His name was Ammon and he was from Tanzania. He was the president of a large bank and he had been in the United States on a business trip. Brandi told him that we were on our honeymoon and we were going to. Actually, I didn’t think her nervousness was due to my rough demands. It seemed to me that she was one of those people that were afraid of heights and the look down at the cement pavement was a wake-up call that she was right of the edge of what might be the end of the line.It was easy to calm her down just by patting her ass cheeks gently and nuzzling her delicate ear lobes with my saliva drenched tongue. After that, she was like a bucking bronco turned into an obedient filly waiting to be. He came over, running his hand over her bottom, glancing at the laptop before he was behind her and she could not see.“After last night, all that happened, and in the grass, you are coming back for more? I guess this answers that question” he said, his hand slipping between her legs, quickly finding out she was wet. Wet from waiting, wet from writing.“Tell him” he said as he began to rub his prick against her, and at first she didn’t understand. It was all too intense and she just wanted to be. They crossed the creek and rode a mile or so then crossed the South Fork of Solomon River at a low water crossing. They were almost back to Osborne and Tom noticed Cal was getting fidgety in his saddle. Sheriff Williams stopped off at his house and the two deputies rode on into town.“Tom I reckon I’m gonna get me a hot bath at the barber shop, what about you?”“Yep, I need to scrub some of the trail dust off me too, we’ll get us some clean clothes and head over that way.”“Tom?”“Yep.”“When a boy.