Then she started going up and down, moaning and gasping the whole ride.I'm not sure how long we were in this position, as I had lost all track of time...when I said "Time to fuck you doggy style". She climbed off me with my cock leaving her pussy with a loud plop and noticed all the wetness covering her pussy, mating down her pubic hair and also how much my cock glistened. "She sure does cum a lot" I though to myself. My s*s-in-law got on all fours and I positioned myself behind her entering her. There has been increasing research into developing a non-intrusive way to examine the brain of those so afflicted. But unfortunately, MRIs and CAT scans were not cutting it. Only a dissection of the deceased brains offered up any clues. A bit too late for those that had died.”“Wait? Have you developed such a device?” I asked.I could see him biting his lip before answering.Dr. Stine. “Yes.” Was the simple answer. Clearly, there was more.The Dr. followed up with, “Let me be clear; we never set. We reached our hotel and I took off my dress and put on the lingerie I had picked only a few weeks ago. A tight black corset that barely covered my size c breasts and a delicious, little, black lace thong, perfectly accenting my creamy white cheeks.Just I heard a knock at the door: “you ready babe”. I smiled at myself in the mirror and said: “be right out”. I opened the door to find him sitting on the bed. He had on nothing, but a pair of black satin boxers that poorly concealed the huge. You swing through, then wipe out your tracks behind you. It's like you're trying to keep from making a mark anywhere. Like you've taken the idea of 'leave-no-trace' camping and made it part of your entire life."I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure there was an answer. I was twenty-four. I figured there wasn't much point in making marks or creating connections. I'd only need to worry about it for another few months.~~~~~~ I turned twenty-five in January. I've always loved winter camping.I.