The older man zipped up and wiped his long index finger down the woman’s pussy lips as his friend’s spunk gently oozed from her, casually he wiped...his sticky fingers upon her breasts, “ You not a bad fuck for an old, fat cum-whore!” He laughed as the younger man put away his spent cock and zipped up. The woman stood up trying vainly to put her tits back into her bra, when she failed the older man laughed again, “Aw you poor fucking slut! How you going to explain that to your husband?”She looked. There were also a few bottles of red wine, which we drank slowly as we started talking and eating.It was a jovial atmosphere, he was eyeing my entire body which was turning me on. I was attracted to him more than ever.The wine was showing its effect: he started stroking my thighs, gradually taking his strokes over my crotch. I was getting out of control now. I leapt out of my chair and into his lap.He took my shirt off and we started kissing passionately, like hungry dogs. His warm, wet tongue. The trail was fairly easy to follow; we just stayed in the wheel ruts created by previous wagon trains. Along the trail lay the sun-bleached bones of horses that didn’t make it, along with the occasional abandoned broken down wagon which had been stripped clean of any useable parts.“Just when we began to feel that we couldn’t go on; we reached the Carson River which marked the end of the Forty Mile Desert. After a two day stop over along the banks of the river, we started west once again. Our. “Later, when we’re making love again. We are going to make love tonight, aren’t we?” she inquired, but the look on his face answered her question. She perked up as she quizzed him teasingly, “Right now? Yes?” but he quashed her immediacy. He wanted to spend some time with her, just cuddling and holding her in his arms. With mock disappointment, she curled up in his warmth, and almost purred like a kitten in her happiness.They continued to cuddle for twenty minutes. Patty’s phone rang, breaking.