She had worked her skirt up well above her knees, had her panties pulled to one side and was slowly stroking up and down her pussy. "Watching you mov..., and your muscles as you worked was making me all hot and wet," she explained. Her other hand was busy caressing her breast and, as he watched, she lifted her knees and she closed her eyes as a wave of intense pleasure spread through her body. He leapt over the ditch and dove face-first into her wetness. Trusting her to watch for cars, he. I watch her work my cock with her mouth and OMG her ass was hot. I would of never thought she was really a dude. And I love her uncut cock. Suddenly Sara snaps me back when the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. She slips her tongue out of her mouth as she slide back up. The tip of her tongue dragged against my cock making me twitch.Soon she was sliding her head back slowly, till just the head was in and quickly take my cock back in her throat. Bobbing her head as the head of my cock. By then, Im usually moaning and grinding and ready for more. But the night is still very young. Carefully, he will help me stand and hell take the shower head to rinse the soap from my body. I have to reach for the railing to keep from falling as he never fails to aim the jet directly at my swollen clit, practically bringing me to the very verge of orgasm. Waiting for me is a warm, fluffy towel and he makes sure to pat away every drop of moisture from my body, well, almost every drop. The. Breathe it again. Smell that? The woods, water, life and death in a nice balance. What else do you smell?Asphalt and sex and metal and alcohol, from the city, on the breeze.You breathe that, breathed it your whole life. The city is in your blood, in your lungs, and it’s your duty to defend it.I never asked for duty.You never asked to breathe.I should be thankful for a life I didn’t ask for? Gracious? Sounds like a Johnny Cash song.It could be.He snorted, and looked down at the river. A wolf.