Of course, that may have been the afterglow of her orgasms and the feeling of my sperm dripping down her back and out of her pussy.She grabbed my hand...and we made our way back across the long bridge over Eagle Canyon, back toward the parking lot where we would likely share a final kiss of good-bye. She would have to get back to her husband. And her fantasies of an affair would have to remain just that – fantasies.As soon as we saw her car though, we realized it would not be safe for her to. They had observed the comings and goings at the cave network for some time now, but there had been no sign of anyone who could possibly be the pilot they were looking to rescue.Beegs took the opportunity now of reporting back to the Captain."I'd estimate that there are between two and three hundred of them, Sir, but no sign of our target. The odds are that, if he's here, they're keeping him locked up inside the caves somewhere." I don't see any point in you remaining camped-out in the woods,. There was no more talk about sex games. We pulled the covers up around us and at least I was asleep in minutes. When I woke, it was already dark out. I was alone in her bed. Sarah was sitting in the living room drawing on her sketch pad. I wrapped the blanket around me and walked into the living room. “Sorry about that,” I said. “Why did you let me sleep so long?” “You only slept a couple of hours. I just got up myself about a half hour ago.” It was 5:30 p.m., and still snowing out. In late. " As long as they don't get really hurt," I said."Oh, she won't," Rachel said. "Unless she really thinks Henry's serious." What?" Henry likes women. I've seen visitors at the Gallery eye-ing him. Several have taken him off for a drink." A drink?" He hasn't gossiped. I'm sure there was more involved. But Sarah is legal and so is he. But I don't think he's the marrying kind at this point. And whatever she says, she's not either. I'm not at all sure but that she'd run away if Henry were serious.".