In sheer high spirits she rolled around in the dusty straw,only stopping when she broke into a fit of sneezing. Panting, she lay downfull length in th... straw and stared up through the bars at the raftered ceilinghigh above. She was woken from a deep and contented sleep by the pressure in her bladder.Rising to all-fours, she stretched luxuriously before crawling to a cornerand squatting. While she urinated she wondered drowsily how it was that shecould be so thirsty at one end of her body, and. There she lay, curled into a womb-like ball on her side, sleeping in a contented peace... while he staggered about with this maddening hard prick that was damned near driving him insane. Goddamn... was it possible? Janet addicted to something?He cut the light, shaking his head and floundering back to his chair, his cock so hard his whole groin ached. Francine, Francine... if you were here right now... Damn, what was happening to him? The girl was going to marry her childhood sweetheart she had. Wow, that was... mmm. A black garter belt I slip onholds them in place. Then the matching black lacy / silky panties thatmach the bra go on. Sliding them slowly up my legs, enjoying everydelicious feeling they send me. They finally reach their destination, ohgod. They...fit...so well. Without a package there to interrupt they are so comfortable around myflat crotch and hug tightly around my padded hips and bottom. Ohh I'msoo happy! I walk back to the bed, swaying my hips purposely and rubbingmy. The desert, as always, seemed unchanging and the scorching sun was relentless. Kicking up behind the Harley, a dirt devil twisted across the sand as tumbleweeds blew across the road. His eyes peeled on the road ahead, the rider strained to see buildings looming ahead in a mirage-like haze. The loud bike sped toward the buildings as they came into focus. The engine popped as he slowed to enter the town. A sleeveless denim jacket exposed the rider’s thick muscled arms, so completely covered in.