.I stretched in the warmth of the rays. Turning to the right, I stroked the body beside me. She turned over as her eyes opened and she looked up at me..."Morning, sunshine" I said. "Are you hungry?" Oooh, you got it in one, handsome." Betsy purred. "What are you going to have for breakfast?" Oh, I don't know, how about a little fur pie?" I quipped."Nooooo. She's sore! Ward, you were a little too rough on the Beaver last night." She said in a respectable June Cleaver imitation. "Let her rest up a. The argument went on, distracting them from keeping an adequate watch over their captives.She made the mistake of a small sound; she had regained consciousness some time ago and slipped her bounds, but in the near total darkness, punctuated only by the thin light from the fire, she had brushed against a small sapling. She had nearly got to the youngsters, still with sacking tied over their heads, but she might as well have screamed in the stillness of the night, the small sound was enough to. His friend played with my large firm breasts and fingered my tight shaved pussy as I performed the greatest blowjob he had ever experienced. That night when I returned to my future husband, he had a rough idea that something had occurred, possibly from the salty taste on my lips, but was never sure for certain of what actually happened, that is until I confessed to him in a rather teasing manner some months later, as I rode his cock to orgasm, delighting in telling him how much his friend. Once the shift is initiated, I have to have the contact, am mad for it. I feel the pressure of your chest, stomach, hips, pressed to me, a sigh escapes my mind through my lips and nose. The expressed breath moves the fabric of your shirt and I breathe back in slightly, losing myself in the smell of your skin. There is very little light but it’s not necessary to see when the need to touch and smell is so forceful. With your body against mine, I press my face to the cloth of your shirt. The.