‘Oh! I was feeling around in your vest’s pocket and I found this while we were looking for the branches,’ Renay grabbed a lighter out of the poc...et and handed it to me. ‘Great thanks!’ I was thinking about why I had a lighter in my pocket, as I didn’t smoke. Oh right! That wasn’t my vest. It was my friend Jason’s.‘Oh okay, you didn’t have to explain yourself.’Shit! I did it again, didn’t I. ‘Oh, okay. Sorry about that. I got to work on lighting the branches. I saw in the survival shows that. I have seen, heard and experienced that more than once, so I know that she loves sex. It's why I am willing to let this slide, sort of. I know that you couldn't force her to do anything against her will, and if you had managed to I would have heard about it before now. What I need to know is several things. First, how long has this been going on? Second, did y'all intend for me to catch you, because that is what it looked like? Third, Janet, what about Tim, is he going to have to share you with. And it was true she was almost as excited as a little girl just thinking of her son’s face in a few days time. She went into the kitchen sat down at the large round wooden table and carefully sliced open the box with a knife. She lifted up the lid, pulled aside the protective cardboard cover and looked down at…at…Oh no! She gasped. No…no..no…But it was. Instead of a wonderful racing car ready to turn on and drive away she saw clear plastic bags. Big ones, small ones, middle sized ones, each. " I stay there inside her kissing her, our bodies interlocked, for what seems like forever and finally she starts to buck her hips while moaning. I smile and kiss her; we start pumping, thrusting, and squeezing. Hours losing track of time, making inhuman sounds, screaming, and fucking. We have no idea what time of day it is, or how many times either of us has came. Every position imaginable, we take it, our bodies pressing against each other at all times, my cock inside of her every second.