Ebony had been saying that for the whole duration of the trip. That was how Ebony had lost the map - she had laid down to sleep and it had blown int... a river. Patra shivered. Then she looked to Jacob who glared at them as he shook his head."We're lost aren't we?" he asked."Lost as lost;" told Patra as she threw down her bag. "Let's set up camp;" sighed Jacob before he began to take out the tents.After camp had been set the group had dinner. Jacob was in a sour mood, and Patra was. Your back arches and…God, I love those massive breasts of yours. “Fuck, yes—yes! R-right there...”You pull at my hair and I suck you harder. I pull my mouth away and slide my fingers inside you again. My cock aches to feel your wet pussy tightening around it. God…I want you… Ohh, I really fucking want you right now.“I want you inside of me! Now, please!” you cry out.I hurry to my feet and grab your face in my hands and kiss you.You feel for my belt again and frantically undo my pants. It feels. She whimpered as her firm button pressed against his pubic bone, and he relaxed, now confident he could maintain control for as long as necessary.The woman astride him leaned down to press an ardent kiss to his lips, and he cupped her nape, holding her in place so he could plunder her mouth properly. He couldn’t see her, but he could imagine her there, riding him, her hair bouncing in her face and her eyes closed in ecstasy. He slid one hand up from her hip to cup a small breast, his thumb. All the others in the room were white. He knew he was the token black on this jury, and the others were keeping their distance from the black man. They were profiling him, just like the cops did, assuming he was a problem of some kind.He was used to that, too. He got suspicious looks when he went into stores, or even just walked down the street. He'd learned to armor himself against that kind of thing. There were a few chinks in his armor, though he wasn't aware of them on a conscious level..