And now here we are , alone in the still twilight hours of the autumn morning, separated by nothing but the blankets which keep us warm and secure on ...ur beds. Each of us a toss away from each other , resting among thieves and friends alike within the protective confines of these steel and timber laden walls. I imagine myself lowering myself upon you and feeling the warming glow of your being, and tasting the saltiness of your labor ravished skin, as I bathe you with my lips and wrap your soul. There was an opening between the bucket seats, and I followed her to the back. It wasn't the cleanest van, and I briefly wondered why she even had a van in the first place, but I really didn't want to get to know her, I just wanted to use and dominate her.She pulled out a blanket and laid it on the floor."Does my pet often have a snack back here?" I asked."Um, no, but it's good to be prepared," she smiled back for the first time. In a private space, her shyness seemed to fade away. Maybe it was. He lets go and feels his orgasm building. He tells her to move off him and he move his hand to his cock. He cums all over his chest and stomach. They each take turns in the bathroom and clean up. Then return to the bed and have a smoke. They talk about the whole experience and dress a little for bed. The entwine themselves around each other. This isn’t the lust that was there before. This was something else. She began to think what is this man doing to me? The fall asleep like that. For some. They sat in the living room and Brock took a deep breath.“So, when are you moving?” Leslie asked unable to contain the question longer.Brock shook his head.“Oh, it looks like you’re stuck with me for at least another year,” he said and Leslie looked surprised.“You didn’t like Montana?” she asked. “I thought by the way you bounced out of the car that you had already bought a place and were just coming home to pack.”Brock smiled. It was the first genuine smile Leslie had seen on his face in.