’ She felt the whisper of hair as it brushed her leg. ‘You’re wet. Do you wonder if I am? Do you want to taste me?’ The bed moved and she hear... a rustle, like material brushing against fabric. Her nose was suddenly covered in soft, gossamer silk. ‘There, taste me through your nose. Are they still warm from me, are they damp?’ Fingers rubbed the silk panties against her nostrils. She lay still, entranced. The rustle again and the bed dipped. The warm breath was back beside her ear, hair touching. She rolled them gently in her hand, while stroking her finger over the cord leading from the orbs, back to the puckered iris of his ass.Lynn took him deeper, moaning around him. Flipping her auburn curls out of her eyes, she increased the speed of her strokes. Lee gasped, and scrunched up the bedclothes in his hands, his head thumping to the bed heavily.Lynn released his cock for a second, to lick her lips, and take a couple of deep breaths. She then parted her lips once more, and swallowed. I don’t know if anyone is still in town, though. Could well be a ghost town like these others. Most of the locals really have packed up and moved to Utica to join What’s His Face there. Rome, Cortland, Norwich, Schenectady, all deserted, as you know. I’m hoping that there are people in Ithaca still. Even if only a small remnant. Trust me, though. I know this area. The Tavern should still have a working kitchen and warm beds for the night. See ya there. Cowpoke out,” the man on the other end. But she filed passed me to the nether regions of coach while I remained comfortably sipping bubbly up front, nothing exchanged between us but a smile. Now, I’m not the kind of man who looks at an attractive woman and thinks, ‘Man, I’d love to take her to bed.’ But something in that fleeting glance had me flush with lustful feelings. I dismissed them, knowing I would be off the plane and busy at a conference and never see this woman again. I love being wrong! The next days passed uneventfully. I.