I kind of laughed at the collar as I read what it the word was. I was expecting something like ‘Slut’ or ‘Whore’ or something along those line..., but not ‘Nympho’. I looked up at her trying not to laugh at the choice of word she chose for the collar. Hell for all I knew she didn’t choose the word but the collar. Probably neither. Maybe both. Nonetheless I still nodded my approval of the collar. So far she hasn’t pulled anything out that wasn’t too freaky that I couldn’t deal with. Amanda. The parents had pulledthe children back to their wagons while there was sickness present.Besides, they didn't want Yolanda to infect their children.Yolanda essentially collapsed into her bedroll when she reached the tentBridger had arranged by the wagons for her. She appreciated the gesture,but she also suspected that he was trying to keep the infection away fromthe main medical wagon.It was midafternoon when Marie Hanson shook her awake so that Yolandacould eat. Marie left her alone to eat. I once again attacked her lips, latching on with all the passion and force we could mutually muster. I ripped the buttons off my shirt and discarded it before pulling off her skin tight tank top. As the sheer material was removed, I allowed myself to drink in every exquisite detail of her revealed form. Her breasts were a perfect C cup for her rather slim frame, firm, with small pink areolas which seemed to beg for my attention. I pulled off my t shirt and pressed my now bare torso against her. However, I did know that he was a resource for great foot massages after a long hard day because I had taken him up on a few of them last year and he was clearly ready to offer more. He too had not been with a woman in a while.After a while of reviewing videos online (a new pleasure I had found earlier this year), I decided that I deserved a chance to try some of the experiences that were turning me on. I hinted to both of them that I was ready to take the next step with them and spent a couple.