. Dessie grinned at her husband. “I vote for another handful of trail mix and to keep moving. That will give us more time to look for a good campsit... as we start getting into those mountains there in the distance,” she said while pointing with her pole.“Sounds like a winner,” Phillip said, his voice jovial, much to Dessie’s pleasure.There had been a trail of sorts before they stopped for water, but it veered to the East at that point. After consulting their maps, they continued on cross-country. She was determined to get to the end of it--specifically, the end from which these drops had dribbled. It seemed obvious to her that, at the far end of that slimy spoor, there was cock yearning to be milked.In fact, the cock from which that trail had been laid had already been milked, for the cum had dribbled in the wake of the big, shaggy bearlike mongrel, as he tracked Belinda just as Juanita was tracking him.But other cocks waited at the end of the trail.And one was human... Tom awoke from. “They always look great after fucking in the movies” I say out loud and then I raise my eyebrows and wonder if I’m still tipsy from last night.“They never spill coffee on the floor in the movies”, I mock myself as I accidentally tilt one of the cups and tip a small amount onto the floor. Finally I arrive with the coffee after cleaning up the mess I made and I find you snoring gently.“He sleeps” I whisper to my new imaginary friend or myself as I set the cups down and climb in behind you. I wrap. Pollard, I’m Rod Williams.’ ‘It’s Ray, Rod. I’m retired … sort of … and I’m more comfortable without the formalities.’ ‘Sure, Ray. Stumpy Jorgensen suggested I talk to you about your property, the former dealership. I might be interested in buying it.’ ‘What do you want to use it for?’ he asked, obviously very curious. ‘I’d rather not have his become public knowledge. Can we keep this confidential?’ ‘Of course. Go on.’ ‘I’m thinking of reopening it as a dealership for imported cars.’ ‘I see..