She sensually covered Cindy’s breasts with lotion. Cindy did the same to her naughty friend, sliding her hands over Stacy’s small tits and fat, sw...llen nipples until they were covered with suntan lotion.“Ah, this is the life!” Stacy said, after taking a drink and lying down in the sunshine, her perky tits exposed to the warm sun.“I could get use to this!” Cindy agreed, jiggling her breasts before lying down. It felt so good for her breast to be free!The two friends relaxed in the sun, enjoying. The trucker was on his cb talking and laughing. I waved goodbye andpulled away. He would have loved to keep up with me but his truck was tobig. I went about a mile and looked over and Karen was still slowlyrubbing her cunt. Ah, another truck ahead. I pulled up again and was readyto give the trucker a good show. I pulled up beside the window and gave thetrucker about 20 seconds to get a good luck. I then looked up to see thetrucker and to my amazement it was a woman. She was stareing closely. The garage was closed, so she rang the doorbell. Her heart was thumping, it would be okay, he would find a way to make it okay. That’s what husbands do. He knew how to be a husband, and she could learn to be a wife. God, was that what she wanted? Why was her mind doing stupid stupid things like thinking about Ali? All the way over in the car, she’d been thinking about Ali’s shaky voice and her anger. God damn this stupid stupid guilt.“Tricia, what are you doing here?”She looked up to him with a. Over the years, this had apparently sculpted the whole area."This is awesome," Nadia said quietly. "It's like a gigantic, natural amphitheater or arena." She could have screamed her head off and no one else would have heard, but something about the place inspired reverence. Or maybe it was the quiet -- quiet so intense that there was no need to speak up.The aerial photos had shown various roads and passages running along or across the bowl. I followed a couple of them as far as they went and.