Sara let out a surprised whimper as Peebee’s hand ceased it’s examinations, and then a pleasure and pain filled yelp as the open hand came down ha...d in the middle of her backside in a loud slap that sent a wave of stinging pleasure through the pathfinder’s rippling buttocks.“This is it, I’m about to make your ass as red as a Pyjak’s. If you want to back out now then say so, if you feel like you can’t take any more then scream “Peebee is the greatest” at the top of your little human lungs and. She leans down and positions my face in between her head and her shoulder, and she hears me breathe in. I held it in until I'm looking back into her eyes. I exhale..." You smell good... Sweet..." I said, " I want to taste you, I want to have you for myself." Her clit is throbbing as I spoke. She wants me too; She wants to feel me inside her...She needs me to take her and fuck her...use her how I please. She feels herself getting wetter and wetter thinking about what it is like to be taken by. "I own a food caravan," he said."I know what a food truck is but I don't think I ever heard of a caravan, unless you mean a camper," I said. I had the British meaning in mind, a camper."Not exactly but sort of like that. Instead of a food truck I have three different rolling carts," he said."Really that's interesting are they push carts?" I asked."Exactly, we roll them around the festivals. One sells hot dogs, one sells ice cream and one sells pastries," he said."So you don't really cook. I do love Michael as a friend, but for playing and sex games it would just be something for fun, just for some hot sex and good times, not about lovemaking.” I thought about that; on the surface it seemed like a distinction without a difference, but I could understand exactly what she meant. Maybe it’s something that women are more sensitive to, that particular semantic aspect of the term ‘lovemaking’, but she was right. I love Marci as a friend as well, but I would not be making love to her..