Zuerst war der Weg eben, aber holprig, dann nach vielleicht 200 Metern stieg er sachte an. Aber zwei Insassen plus das Gewicht des Sulkys forderte ihr...n Tribut. Die Peitsche zwang mich, das Trabtempo strotz der Steigung zu halten. Mein Atem und mein Puls beschleunigten sich. Solche ?Sport?bungen? war ich seit dem Barras nicht mehr gew?hnt!Endlich kam eine kleine Lichtung und der Weg wurde wieder eben. ?Schneller, du Tier! Galopp, zeig mal, was du drauf hast!? H?rte ich Anika rufen, und sie. The first night found me south of Phoenix at the junction of Interstates 8 and 10, near Picacho Peak. I had planned to push further that night, but it was raining and my route pretty much left civilization at that point. Knowing the hazards of these roads under bad weather conditions, I elected to get a good night's sleep and push on early the next morning.The next day was a charm!. As I left the area, the palm trees stood like sentinels above the fog shrouded farm land, joined only by the. I placed my cock at her soaked gates. Pulling the flared head between her slick lips, I coated it thoroughly in her juices before easing back and sliding it in completely. Veena moaned as my cock dove into her body repeatedly and she squirmed about atop her bed. The room started filling with our soft moans. “My darling Veena” I breathed as I started to pump into her with long regular strokes, the fronts of my thighs slapping against her rear. After a few strokes I pulled out and asked her to. Big deal. I got a harem myself by that standard! It’s not like you’re suddenly Brigham fucking Young or whatever!” Jamie mocked the idea that I was some kind of sexual deviant just because I now lived with her, Michelle, Ana, Carly, and Oscar, three of whom really needed a place to crash, anyway.“And there are FAR worse ways to handle this mess, you know. At least you didn’t kidnap her and/or her lover, chain them to a fucking stove in a secret cabin out in the fucking boondocks somewhere,.