I started to feel a bulge forming in my cargo shorts. I was startled out of my trance when the guy in the back of the truck asked, ‘What would you l...ke, Miss Jolie?’ ‘Just a bottle of water,’ she said in that husky voice of hers. ‘Ok, that will be a dollar-five,’ the man in the truck said appraising her subtly. ‘Here, let me get that for you,’ I blurted out fumbling around in my pocket for the right change. What was I doing, I thought. How big of a loser does she think that I am now? The last. I mean it. I can't tell you how happy I am to have found you again," she says, hugging me once again. She hasn't changed. Her scent. Her smile. Her eyes. Everything part of her is just as I remembered. As we pull apart, I keep her hands held in mine, caressing the top of her hand with my thumb. "I have missed you. I wanted to call, but-" It's my fault," she cuts me off. "I thought I was in love and got so consumed with him. I should have kept in touch. You were my only friend, you know." What?. The descent from Yosemite had been as spectacular as it always is, and we'd had plenty of opportunity to enjoy the sudden appearance of lakes and valleys as we crept down the eastern slope in the company of everyone, I think, who'd traveled up with us.Kicking back in Las Vegas, we got a little carried away. By the time we'd checked into our hotel and cleaned up and stuffed ourselves at the bistro nearby it was midnight. And it was closer to three in the morning than midnight when we'd made it. His still hard cock was resting on her grey skirt that had risen up, revealing her bare legs.“Very well. I’ll give him a thorough bottom warming and then let you two have a go.” She smiled as she raised her right hand in the air.“Filthy pervert, thinking about my breasts all the time,” the blonde-haired woman added before bringing her hand down hard against the muscular centre of the man’s bare bottom.“Slap!”“Ow!” Andrew winced as the pain registered.“Oh, you’ve felt nothing yet, you, dirty,.