“Okay, prude-boy. Toilet’s yours. I’ll get the shower going.”I released a lot of pressure, finally shaking the last few drops. I turned around...“Shower, you.”I got in, she got in with me.She’s fun when she’s soapy and wet. Afterward, we toweled each other off, then I shaved as she dried that luscious hair.“You know, Carl, we won’t have this much room in a travel trailer.”“One trailer?”“Yours or mine. Unless this is just this one night, and we’re supposed to go back to...”I took her by the. "They got back on the road, with Roger and Catalina trading off driving every couple hours while Bonnie slept in the back. They passed Birmingham in the wee small hours of the morning and arrived at the campground near Hattiesburg just before dawn."I am beat to shit," Roger announced as he shut off the Taurus. It was good to see the motor home again; as unsettled as things had been, he'd been just a little worried about how safe it was going to be while left unattended. This campground didn't. Her rhythm was steady and the lust that she could see in his eyes, due to their close contact, surprised her. When he captured her lips with his, again she was surprised. For a split second, while she continued to ride the stranger who was in a cop's uniform, she asked herself, What the hell am I doing? When his hand began playing with her nipple that was still exposed under her t-shirt and deepened their kiss, she lost her ability for rational thought. Reality melted away and all there was for. "Oh not yet, no no just hold, not yet." A mantra, chanted under her breath, but louder than the sounds from me to my ears, willing her body to comply.I wanted it, fuck, I needed her to fuck me and cum.*"No. Don't hold back, let it go, cum fuck cum, feels, so, good, in, me. Cum in me, I want… feel, you cum."Words came sporadic, sentences couldn't come to life. Parts of their sounds were lost in my throat, silenced by moans, animal grunts, gasps and lost syllables beseeching an amorous desire. I.