Happy. So... happy." I managed to get out. He started laughing and squeezing me."Me too." He rumbled, I could feel his voice vibrate through his chest... It made my nipples pop up. I tried to get myself under control, and when I felt like I was returning to normal, however this giddy, hyper-aroused state could be called normal, I continued "The only problem is that I'm in love with a sasquatch who leaves helpless slave girls to wake up alone after being near fucked to death." I tried to frown at. My first sexual relation was when I was thirteen years old, I have already told you about. When I was growing up Dad was always there for me and mum and never touched me, not even after mum passed away, although he said he was really turned on by me walking around in my bra and knickers, I had done this since I was little and so did Mum, I used to think this was natural. I knew men where different down there but I never really understood what they really had in their trousers until I saw Dads. I’d really missed her this last week, although her absence had been made easier by Hannah’s presence. Easier in some ways, more confusing in other ways. As I looked at Claire’s beautiful face, I thought back to all the special times we’d shared. From our first date to the time we’d first made love, to when she’d said she’d marry me. And then the amazing memories as we’d brought two baby girls home from the hospital, and laughed and cried as they grew into two wonderful young women. The apples. Because everyone was so excited about getting to Albuquerque and riding our bikes we opted for breakfast sandwiches ‘to go’ after fuelling the rig and Bob’s van. We made good time and thanks to a one-hour time change arrived at the campgrounds shortly after 5:00 PM.We discovered that this place must be popular with people with motorcycles. It seemed like more than half of all the RVs parked here had Harleys or some other brand of motorcycle parked near them. We got a nice large spot right next.