Bumping and bouncing along. I watched Vicki tits bounce up and down, dancing in her shirt. She grimacedeach time we hit a big bump and I could imagine...that she must have been a littleuncomfortable sitting on a hard wooden bench seat pounding her sore pussy andass after each bump. Sitting, as it turned out was not going to be a problem because we hadn'tgone more than five mile before one of the porters sitting on the mattressstood up, walked right up to Vicki, unzipped his pants and pulled out. Of what I had planned….mmmmmppphhh” her sentence broke in the middle as I held her face in my palm kissing her tender lips hard locking her in a tight embrace. I broke the kiss much to my dismay but I felt I needed to let her speak what she planned to. She looked back into my eyes with equal percentage of love and lust. I slowly eased myself into the cot, as my hands cupped her cheeks again. I moved my lips parting it slightly as I found her trembling lips, eager and waiting for my touch. I. Her face had reddened and she was now moaning out loudly and she said yes.. Yes please bite me hard and lick my boobs. She had her own hand on her other boobs and pressed them and pinched her nipples. Suddenly her body jerked vigorously and rapidly and she pushed me away and she started taking deep breath it grew deeper and deeper and her body tightened and she gave out a loud cry and a loud moan. I kept on watching her in amazement, when she calmed down and opened her eyes, she was smiling and. He hurt all over, his throat was so sore. He had to wake up though. Something... "Michelle?" She was gone, taken. He had to get to her. He tried to sit up, groaning and falling backwards in pain."No, baby. Don't try to get up. I'm right here."She touched him with her left hand, her right was strapped across her chest, her arm immobilized. Scott Greashaber had jammed her shoulder, tore some ligaments and broken her arm with his last ditch effort to kill her. She had a concussion, some bumps and.