Who was I talking to? Anyone. I was in such heat I would have fucked any man that appeared. On the dresser, I spied my round bristled brush and fe...t the soft rubber handle. Purple, soft and just wide enough, I was overwhelmed with the naughty impulse to fuck myself with it. First, I teased my clit with the end of handle, nearly coming from the soft and steady pressure. Then, I lie back on the bed and pushed the rubber brush handle into my pussy. My god, it felt so good. Even though I knew I. Of course one could not guarantee that kind of thing.It had always been my understanding that I would park the Ford on the side of the road and leave the keys in it, when I was finished with the assignment. So I left it parked alongside the county road, which appeared to lead to the coordinates.Thanks to Big X I was in good enough physical condition to move my clothes to the backpack in the Ford's trunk carry it away. I was pretty sure the hike was no more than three miles so I just started to. I push them down and my cock springs free, as I gently tickle your clit with my fingers. I shift a little closer, my unprotected cock waving in the open sunshine. It brushes your hip, and you wiggle your hips against it, searching for it. You moan again, "Ohhh, fuck me please..." I touch my hand to my lips and taste you. My head swims as you moan deep in your throat. You are sweet, aroused, and likely very fertile. A drop of precum mingles with your wetness as I slide my cock between your. ”Donald looked up from his book, put a bookmark in it’s place and closed it, laying it on the side table next to his chair. “We’re further out of town. After what happened yesterday, it’s pretty clear that someone wants you dead. Maggie thought it was better if we found somewhere else where we could regroup and figure out what’s going on. Frank had a contact that led us to here.”I eased my way out from between the two sleeping beauties, climbed out of bed and stood near the window. I looked out.