..no one asking about rates for rentals, how much was water, and no bosses... It was a crisp day and she was glad she wore her new black north face pu...fy vest. It was warm and reassuring against her blue and white plaid button up shirt... her skinny jeans were old and faded and fit her perfectly. She liked the way her cowgirl boots sounded as they crunched on the trail...Her name is Kristy...and she needed to be alone. She thought about how busy she had been all summer working 7 days a week 10. Come, sit, and let us discuss trade. What is it you trade for?" Goris asks."I am not sure what you have. I have brought some salt and knives that do not break. What things do you have that I might need?" I ask him."I know your type. You will want to trade for a mate. It must be too hard for you skinny people to earn one of your mates. We would rather trade for skins, flint, or shells. We have good flint here," Goris says.I notice that Sarbun has drifted away from us and she has the dogs with. "I was just thinking about you," she cooed, extending her finger to my mouth for me to taste the juice of the berry. "Mmm.. fresh berries for lunch?" I asked as I tasted the sweetness on her finger, letting my teeth linger gently as if it was her nipple in my mouth. "Berries, cream, and me." A decidedly wicked grin spread across her face. Even after ten years of marriage she still could turn me on immediately. She eased herself back into the chair, and reached for the can of whipped cream.. As she leant forward, she felt the corset strain and give way, it popped open at the back, falling forwards off her already exposed and heaving 38gg chest. forcefully he pulled it upwards infront of her, casting it away towards the wall. With one swift motion, he pushed her back on the bed, as she bounced back off the mattress her hung chest shook, her nipples hardened again.As she raised her knees, she found herself begging… pleading. She begged to be fucked, longed to feel his thick curved.