I looked closer to see what looked like a person, a girl, sitting on the rocks at the edge of the stream. And quite a pretty girl too. She seemed to ...e combing her wet hair. Had she been for a swim in the cool, crisp, clean waters of that magical stream? The rays of sunshine, penetrating through the ancient forest, shone on her beautiful long black hair as she continued to comb it through to the ends. So gracefully her arms moved, combing from root to tip. Her full and firm and perky breasts. Each time this happened I would go inside and try to find something to distract me.In the end I realized there was no chance of a fairy tale reappearance of Angie. I called my boss and told him I needed to take a few months off before my next assignment. He understood, probably thinking I still hadn't got over Martha.Packing what little I had and sent in a final report to Tim, my manager. I called him just before I left to see if he had any final questions. "Tim, I'll be up at my cabin, no. They were able to stretch out their water, so they weren't in desperate need by the time they had crossed the salt flats, but potable water was a welcome sight.96 days from IndependenceEntry into Nevada was a welcome milestone for the train. They had been traveling for over three months and were ready for any diversion. Jasper had planned for a "100th day" celebration, so he had Seth on the look-out for a good place to stop for a day of relaxation. Seth found just the spot, but it was already. I really do love my big fucking titties!” she said, excited to see her titties grow to twice the size they were.I rubbed my Angels again and Connie’s titties sprang out even more as she worked her hands and fingers over them. She was so excited she dropped down on my cock and took all of me inside her tight pussy.“Fuck me Connie. You’ve learned to fuck, now show me what you can do to a man, with your slick pussy and your big titties.” I encouraged her.“Wow, Connie, you don’t like much being as.