They went out on their hunt Friday night and feasted together on their mark. Saturday morning they set out on their drive to Sean's house. Sam drove a...one during the day while Amy and Mel slept in the darkness of the rear bedroom. Mel took over the driving when night fell while Amy and Sam made love. After their needs had been satisfied and Sam fell to sleep, Amy joined Mel up front.Sean was anxiously waiting when the RV pulled into his drive. After hugs all around as well as kisses, he. It was a heady experience that thrilled both and drew them further along. Now their long distance relationship had reached the point that they were comfortable enough to meet.They were both married and constantly told each other that their friendship wasn't for love. And they didn't want it to be, but they weren't looking for just a good time either. They really wanted to meet and enjoy each other, to enjoy looking into eyes, touching hands, hearing laughter, knowing the scents, feeling the. I’m not touching you until you are squeaky clean. Put on what I left in there for you. Leave the door open. I want to make sure you’re not sneaking a whack off behind my back!’ He goes into the bathroom, strips down, and steps into the shower. ‘Make sure you clean that thing well, if you expect it to touch any part of me tonight!’ After a few minutes, he finishes, steps out, and dries himself off. A pair of silk boxers lie on the counter. He slips them on. He starts to walk out, and she stops. A sip of the heating liquor and the rawness in her throat faded under its balm. Brenda took a much longer measure of the blackberry nectar to assuage her thirst, and then turned and sat to regard the Swamp Maple.The Moon's white luster still played along the top of the swirling mists as the swaying tendrils of the haze rose and fell in a silent dance of the night. The Old Man of the Woods' imposing visage arose from the soupy fog to stretch to unknown dark heights. Brenda swilled another.