The wispy streaks of the morning had given way to a high hazy overcast. Tops of advancing clouds were beginning to appear on the western horizon. The ...inuscule amount of weather lore I still remembered from my days as a Tenderfoot Scout told me high, thin clouds and mare’s tails were telltale signs of approaching storm systems and usually signaled that a weather front was moving in.We left base around 9:00 AM and had been on the trail for almost four hours. If we return now, we will make it. "Oh fuck yes" I hissed as her lips closed over the swollen dome of my cock, "Oh fucking hell, suck it Molly, suck my fucking cock"Effortlessly I turned her round and it was her turn to gasp as she lowered her dripping wet cunt onto my upturned mouth.I think she began cumming the moment I opened her beautiful little cunt lips with my tongue, she jerked as I probed deeper in between the folds of her inner flesh and she squealed when I pursed my lips together and sucked at the tiny bud of her. “You know what, we can only get so wet, right?” said Meredith as the rain picked up.“Yeah,” I said, “as long as we keep moving to stay warm and y’all have rain gear, we should be okay.” Meredith and Anne both had on rain jackets and tights. Lizzie only had on an outer jersey with her tights, which was already getting pretty wet, so I gave her my rain jacket and got my lighter wind jacket out of the Jeep.“Thanks, Nate,” Lizzie said as I put the jacket on her, and she gave me a quick kiss on the. They were in the throes of something mortal, instinctive—so primal that tendrils of heat were dancing within her very core as Fabrizio pleasured them both.He lit her aflame from inside, and soon it was going to take the two of them over. Calypso lounged astride him, Fabrizio's shoulders in her hands. He kept all but her hips from moving to his delicious thrusts. She loved the thrill that tightening grip provided. The stolen kisses as Fabrizio pulled her closer made Calypso quicken the pace of.