But you waited, unable to sleep, your head pressed to the cold glass; the humming of the bus' engine as a soft reminder that time would pass ever so s...owly.Friday morning found you waking up from dreams of love and romance to the smell of fresh bacon sizzling beautifully on a distant stove-top. Tom must be making breakfast for work. You lay in bed, a silent yawn and cat-like stretch the only movements you care to make before settling under the warm covers. Thinking back to the end of your trip. As I said, it was my winter of discontent. I missed Hilda so much I fell into fits of deep depression. I couldn't even think of being with another woman, at least at first. My job as a chef in the army made me the butt of good natured jokes around the barracks. "Hey, Cookie," they'd say, "When are you gonna serve us a real meal instead that crap you call food?" I'd smile and ask if they were referring to our gourmet offerings. They said the closest thing to gourmet was a glass of water served. “Gary, I was so hot and I raised my eyebrows and said, everything, you massage me everywhere?” Christy whispered as she rode my cock and picked up speed, “He looked at me and said, yes everything, I massage everywhere, if you’re okay with that?”“Please tell me that you said yes, babe,” I panted.“Gary, I was so fucking horny, I asked, everywhere, seriously, everywhere?” Christy whispered, “Gary I didn’t know what to say when he replied, yes everywhere but I’ll only go as far as you’re. Orda, Jonga, and I each were intent on following our own key smell, but Trudy had now calmed down and was busy looking for some other key factor that she could follow and, thus, contribute to the search. We had gone about two miles when a breeze came up and dissipated the odors that we had been following. Oh, shit, now we were in trouble!This was when Trudy chipped in with the comment, "Did you guys see that trail of gold dust that seemed to be on the same trail as the odors?" She pointed it.