She leaned back against the wall and brought her legs up and pulled them in so she could keep warm. Soon, she drifted off to sleep. When she woke up,...she turned on her flashlight and went to the cave opening. Seeing it was dark outside, she got a little scared and went back into the cave to get her phone. She returned outside and checked for a signal, but evidently, she was too far below the trail to get a signal.“Fuck me,” she said and started to cry. “I’m in real trouble, I will be here. She was wearing a white button up shirt which hugged her full chest and a black skirt which hung to about mid thigh. She was a statuesque woman of about 5’9” and was perfectly proportioned. Her ass was shaped like a pear atop perfect thighs. Her breasts were 38DD with large sensitive nipples that were showing through her shirt when Mark arrived. “Hi.” She greeted him with a kiss as she got into the car, spreading his lips apart and finding his tongue with hers. “Hi.” He replied after their. On the wall were posters. They were the pix she had sent me. One was Gail fisting herself, the other was Gail with two sex toys up her ass. But on the third wall was Gail getting fucked by a dude. ‘Holeee shit! That’s Hammer Man Hank!’ I shouted. ‘How do you know Hammer Man?’ asked Gail. ‘He only does gay porn.’ ‘Oh relax Gail.’ Put in Sky. ‘Larry’s all into that far far ultra left political scene because of his job. They’re all into Ralph Nader, Food Not Bombs, and all that LG-PDQ stuff.’. Breathless guttural moans urging him faster, harder, more, don’t stop, no, no, no, yes! She lay on the table, panting, then she sat up and shuffled daintily to the edge of the desk. She pushed him backwards into the office chair as she dismounted and stood, her gorgeous, smooth thighs either side of his hairy ones. She’d performed fellatio on him earlier, draining him and swallowing what he had to offer, and he’d considered the debt paid then, but she’d been neglected for too long and needed.