Unfortunately for Patrick, when he arrived at the top of his climb to relative safety and plunged across the terrain beyond the canyon rim, he ran bli...dly. He knew he had gone looking for his goat herd to the north of the shack. But was he still north of his place? He continued walking with the afternoon shadows stretching to the left beneath the sparse brush. Scratching at his jaw, Patrick asked himself again. How could he have traveled so far looking for his goats that after an hour on foot. 10:45Hot-Dripping:covered in precum 10:4510:45Me: Yes! I am so excited that you are starting to run. Can you drip your wet precum on me? 10:46Me: Setting up my camera 10:46Hot-Dripping:think I should rub my wet cockhead on your clit and pussylips..... slowly.... warm and such a turn on... 10:47Me: Oh yes do that! 10:49Hot-Dripping:crazy - its only about an hour ago I masturbated and come loads.... but your sexy body and sexy voice makes me wanna have MORE..... 10:49Hot-Dripping:cannot guarantee. They weren’t exactly heavy, but the size of the containers were so big, it was kind of awkward to carry them. Even with my tall stature, I was only able to carry five of them before it would be too unstable to stack anymore on top.We rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. When the elevator door parted, sound of ringing phones filled in the silence. A few women were rushing awkwardly in their heels across the mezzanine.“Guess it really is a shit storm.” Melissa muttered as she dodged one of. I knew that the river was neither rising nor falling, so I eased us into the mud, invisible below the tea-tinted waters. We’re secure. At least the boat’s secure.Me, I think I’ve fallen. We’re washing the grime from our hands. Mooring lines tend to get nasty. I finish, flicking the water off mine, step sideways and she turns to me.“So you love me, do you?”“Yep. Got it bad.”“How bad, Josh? Weekend? A month? Six months?”“You tell me, Gee. I don’t say that lightly. I don’t think I ever saw you as.