Over a couple of high hills and pass some impressive canyons and bluffs.We turn a corner and you see a 40 foot motor home parked near some ugly stunte... trees.I stop the bike, lean it against the motorcycle trailer and indicate for you to park nearby.You sit in your car beating yourself up for being so crazy as to follow your rapist into the deep desert. I walk over to your door. Hold out my hand to you.Still scared to death you open the door and get out. You look incredible.Light yellow mini,. Now I have to let you know Mel was 44 yo with a tight figure and nice 36b tits, she worked out and had a great figure. She shrugged her blouse and bra off and dropped them on the floor. I noticed a couple of guys watching. They must have been in getting a lap dance and manage to see what was happening in our room and decided it was worth watching. Mel suddenly got up and said, "To hell with this I want fucked," and proceeded to take off her jeans and and her panties. She turned towards me,. Then I handed him the platter of chicken wings I had prepared for Harry and my honey’s other friends. He scrambled to pull his pants back up before grabbing the plate. He grinned at me. I impatiently gestured for him to go and he scurried off.While I wiped the cum off the floor, I thought about the other things had to finish today. The men had all their food and beers to watch the game. Next on my list was laundry.I went downstairs to the laundry room. I stuffed my husband’s denim from the. ” Bobby stopped his car, parked, climbed out, and headed over to his car trunk. I groaned. My seductive tactics weren't working. I was doing everything I could think of to get him to make a move. Unfortunately, nothing I did made an impact. He just wasn't into me. “Here, this should help,” Bobby said, as he returned to his car and handed me a blanket. “Thanks,” I replied. I placed the blanket on top of my legs. I wasn't actually cold, but I didn't feel like arguing. I knew that Becky was.