I tell her the only word I could think of to stop the torture. “Drive.” As soon as Carolina has her key in the door, we’re all over each other. ... grab her stunning red hair in my hands and pull her face towards mine, sucking her tongue into my mouth. Somehow making it to the bedroom, I fall back onto the bed with Carolina on top of me. My hand reaches down between us and I press against her panty-clad pussy lips. Sliding my finger along her slit, I feel her wetness growing as we writhe against. (Careful examination of Google Maps reveal that RED GRADE road is much altered in the nearly half century since the events mentioned took place. Perhaps it was the loss of such an illustrious scion of a famous family that prompted the Forest Service to smooth out the wrinkles. My most recent Red Grade experience would have been 1978 when I was helping a church brother cut fence poles. Fully loaded and beyond, we coasted the last uphill grade and reached the crest, he stopped on the edge and. She pushed me back a few inches and said the greatest six words a man could ever hear, "I want you to fuck me." I could hardly believe she was saying it. I got up, went to my dresser and took a condom from the drawer. Standing beside the bed I took it from the package and started to put it on. She took it from me and said "Here, let me do that." I watched as she placed it at the tip of my cock and rolled it down my hard shaft like a pro. She laid back, legs open rubbing her pussy. I climbed on. ”Jill understood where Olivia was going with this and took charge. “Olivia, we have no desire to manage the day to day operation of this resort. We intend to give you all the support you require to become the manager we need you to be. We need for you to manage this resort and for us to manage the corporation.” Jill pulled Olivia into an embrace that indicated support, not sexual involvement.”Olivia said, “I followed in your wake and feel everyone sees you as running the resort. Though no one.