I suddenly remembered that I was holding a digital camera, one of the last point-and-shoots on the market and that claimed extraordinary low-light cap...bilities, which is the reason I wasn’t using my phone, and that here was a show I wasn’t likely to get another chance at.Making sure that the flash was off, I began snapping pictures.I decided to experiment with the zoom lens, and pulled in for a close view of his stiff cock pounding her brown-furred, wide-open wet pussy, then back for an overall. Some of the new freshmen seemed shocked by people dancing in their underwear or nude. For us it was just part of the scene. I saw Carl Chabot dancing with a gorgeous woman of about 30 and went up to talk to him. He introduced me to Surya, his wife. This mixed black-Japanese woman was Sheriff’s Deputy “Crabot” I had met over the summer. Carl was in board shorts and his wife in a halter top and short skirt. I hadn’t seen him at the dances before and asked why he was here now. It seemed his wife. I was almost glad we hadn’t had sex. What we’d developed was far more than what I ever anticipated.I finished my cigar and my last sip of wine, and took one last look up into the crystal clear night sky. The next day we’d go across the mountain to the Capulin Volcano. A high mountain pass lay between Taos and the northeastern New Mexican volcano but all reports were that it was clear and open. I walked into the trailer and stopped, stunned.Angie didn’t notice that I was inside as I slipped my. Now, never ending waves of pain radiated through her core.Finally she was able to remove her hands from between and shakily typed,?It is done Sir.?You are doing an excellent job. I am very proud of you. Only three more strokes to go. ?What?? she yelled inside her own mind. ?He’s lost his mind, I can’t take any more.?She composed herself before typing, ?Please Sir, have mercy, I can’t stand three more on my thighs? His reply popped up on the screen.I was thinking the same thing. The next two.