He’d start pressing his body against mine. I’d like it.Eventually, we’d find ourselves moving to the corner of the room, where he’d kiss me. H...’d start at my lips and run down my neck. I’d then give in to him.We’d run into the men’s room toilets, into one of the stalls, where we begin making out. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth. He’d begin touching my breasts, and running his hand up my legs and my skirt. I’d never felt this before. It’d feel good.I’d get down on my knees, unzip his. I chose to ignore her struggles and held her in place. I counted slowly to ten and then let her up. She gasped for air like a fish out of water and long strings of spit gathered on the head of my cock. I felt she was close to a breakthrough and pushed her back. To be fair she did try her best. I knew from experience that her natural reflexes were a barrier and she tried to ignore them. She managed another half an inch but for this session I let that be her limit. I began to face fuck her. I had never connected with someone on a primal level. But I did with Anna that night. It was gentle and raw and emotional. On my couch. As Ryan Seacrest spoke in the background.I stripped her clothes off and gazed at her, drinking her in. She gently stroked my cock as I wrapped her legs around me. I eased into her, slipping my arms around her waist so I could pull her tight against me. It was the first time I had been completely inside of her. I tried to make the moment last.Our bodies. Other travelers along the way had suggested that they make their way down to the Colorado where they could pick up passage for themselves and their wagons southbound. They could get off at Fort Yuma and have the flat desert to travel instead of the Rocky Mountains. There would probably be a water problem but the road would be easier than the mountainous route. They could traverse the Gila Trail and join with the Butterfield stage route once across Arizona territory.The rest of the trip to.