The path split left and right and despite scanning the area I couldn’t see any sign of which way she went. In the end I chose left but after 100 yar...s I reached the stream and there was still no sign of her so I retraced my steps and started walking down the other path. After a couple of hundred yards there was still no sign of her and I was just about to give up when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of her red sweater.I slowly edged closer so I could see what she was doing making. "Hi, handsome," I purr as he rounds the corner. His eyes focus on my breasts pushed up to new heights in my black, lacy underwire bra. I patiently wait as his eyes drink their fill of my tits. Then, his eyes lower to my black panties.His hand grabs his crotch, forecasting his desires. I watch as his eyes ravage my body, playing out the night in his head. Finally, his eyes find my face. I am not insulted my face was his last glance. Probably for the best, less personal that way. I am just a pair. I was lost in a trance. Her hair had fallen down. She raised her arms to tie them up into a bun. Her clean white armpits shone with her sweat and the aroma oozing out.Her huge boobs, taut nipples were heaving up and down as she gyrated up and down on my dick. I couldn’t have asked for a better sight. Her eyes were filled with lust, and her smile was seductively hot. This was the first time I was experiencing a cowgirl position.I bent down, and I saw that . My balls were getting wet because of. The Atlanta PD looked upon Captain Blood almost with sympathy after learning about the true nature of Max Maxwell.So far, so good she thought. How could she ever find Cap again? Then, inevitably, feelings of guilt surfaced. She had to stop this fixation. Doctor Bloom had explained it to her. She was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, a psychological condition brought about by living in close contact with her abductor. She had to shake those feelings she had when she thought about Cap. He was.