’ On my return walk, you get out the SPF 30 and start to put it on your hands. You cover me well… especially the parts that never usually see the ...un. I do the same for you. We both feel a stirring, but let it go, it’s still early. ‘How ’bout a walk to that waterfall,’ I say. You smile… put on your sandals… and stand up. We walk down a marvelous path to what feels like another planet. Lush forest. A knee-deep stream we follow to its source. Arms around each other as we walk, we stop. Then my hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock, down near its base and gave it a nice firm squeeze as I looked at her picture.My eyes slid down across her firm stomach, lingering on the shiny study in her navel for just a moment before descending into the region she had never shown to me before. I slid the ring of my thumb and forefinger up the shaft of my cock as the rest of my hand wrapped around it and squeezed, forcing blood cum and lust up higher into the now purpling bulbous head!I. I realized, that she didnt tell me were to fetch her. I run down but she was gone. Fuck i said. I bet she knew it and liked me to find her, that dirty bitch. After 2 hours i went to my car and searched nervously my slut wife. I went to one of the center streets of hooker life. I even asked hookers, if they would have seen a new Romanian slut in white clothing and long dark hair. Nobody saw her. I decided to look to the highway parking areas for truckers. And after 2 more hours i finally found. After tending the animals we go next door to have a meal at the cantina. There’s a few sour looks at us gringos by the locals until I insist my crew sit and eat with me. I get a few smiles of humour from the men at my order of fresh milk with the meal, but the Mexican ladies serving us know its properties and they smile with understanding.With no hotels that suit us in this part of town we go back to sleep in the wagons. Most of the men stay for some more drinking. After I pay for all our food.