Her story, and our current situation, seemed to have transported her back in time, releasing her inner slut.I looked up at her through her sparse pubi... hair and noticed she had her eyes closed and was rubbing her breasts through her shirt, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I took this as an invitation and pushed my tongue in between her meaty labia and deep within her cunt."Ahhhhhhhhh" came the moan from above, as she increased the movements of her hips to get my probing tongue to hit just. They had neither fire nor salt, but hunger was enough of a sauce to make the raw meat taste like a banquet. Fire they could do without for one night, though they would have to take turns watching and hope that no large predators came their way.The next afternoon Mak was scouting ahead for an easier path while the women rested, when a familiar scent caught his attention. That, and a rustling in the brush that wasn't caused by the light breeze! He dropped to all fours and crept forward, clutching. She said it's like a huge orgy in the sky. McKay gave her his cellphone number and said for her to call us the next time it comes up.McKay drove me back to my store where my car was left. Julie had been taking over for the past week. She had been cleaning and getting everything into place as I walked in the back door. I watched her as she was on a stepstool dusting. She had a pair of skin tight black leather pants and a very tight banana yellow t-shirt with a very deep vee-neck. Her. I had to just take it too. She was right I had blown it. She ended by forbidding me to ever follow her or John again.I just slumped and went to my den to work, actually to try to work. I berated myself all evening. How could I not trust her and spy on her like that? One bright spot was that she didn't make me sleep on the couch or in another bed. She seemed to have calmed down some by bed time. The next day she was still angry but calmed down enough to give me a good bye kiss. That cheered me.