After all, she’d have to do the same every day for the foreseeable future; best not to torture herself more than she needed.She could certainly make...a pass at him, but she was too shy and modest for that, and that’s not even counting her trying to be professional. She thought herself attractive with curves and a smile that could light up a room, but she was also much too meek to do anything. More often the one being chased as opposed to chasing, she was in unfamiliar territory. It would be. She was a little over five foot, with silky brown hair, wearing a black mesh top with a see-through waist, where I could see the contour lines down her stomach. As we passed she said 'sorry' and put her hand (un-necessarily) on my hip to get passed. My loose t-shirt hung over my boobs and gave a tiny gap above my belt which she managed to touch - her hand on my bare skin for that split second. For some reason it made me excited.... As I came out and back to Paul, I could see him on the dance. ’ ‘Yes. Any ideas? ‘The paved road leads to the hotel at the North Rim. There are several dirt side roads along the way. Do we have enough food to support a day or two back in the woods?’ She took inventory. ‘Plenty for a couple of days, can be stretched if we have to.’ I took the next right and headed west down a dusty road in some high altitude pine trees. After four or five miles, seeing no one, I pulled into a grove with heavy overhead cover. No telling whether the aerial police would join. Agness said yes and Brett done the same for her. When he removed her wine glass he looked down at Agness and waited for her to decide which of us would clean his cock. My wife pulled herself to the edge of the couch and Brett got a smile on his face as his cock grew as Agness opened her mouth. My wife's tongue came out as her MAN pushed his cock into her warm moist mouth. Brett let her enjoy his cock for about a minute before removing it telling Agness, "You got me clean enough for now, babe"..