‘YOU get lowered into a underground river, YOU nearly get swept down stream and then YOU tell ME how you’re doing you fucking asshole!!’ Snarled...Tom as he huddled as near the fire he could get and not catch the blanket he was wrapped up in on fire. ‘Easy people.’ Tanya said as she moved between the men. ‘Okay, here’s what we do, in the morning we head back to the ranch and we get help. By that time IF hes even still alive he probably wont be for much longer so we’re going to have hustle it.’. I asked if I could please have some of her tight, wet pussy.She said, "Just go in the bedroom and lay down. I want to take my makeup and jewelry off before you undress me."I went into the bedroom and waited patiently. My wife walked in and went straight to the Master Bathroom. I love the anticipation of fucking my wife, even after 30 years of marriage. She is so good each and every time.My wife walked out of the Master Bathroom still wearing her cowgirl boots, thigh high stockings and short. Her 5'6” frame was very sleek, and the tall heels she often wore gave her the height to stand out while making her legs look great. But what really made men weep were her breasts. In a world where Double Ds are considered big, she hit the genetic jackpot with perfectly shaped F-cups.Tiffany felt the familiar tingle down her spine that told her Brandon was sneaking a peek at her chest. She didn't have to look at him to know, she always knew when men were looking at her. She arched her back,. What is your name, my dear?" Libby Morris, maestro." Do you play 'The Pathetique' too?"She nodded dumbly."Please play it for me, Miss Morris."She could hardly refuse and sat back down again. He patted her shoulder."I go into the auditorium," he said. "Wait a minute."She waited and then started. She was very nervous but as the piano responded to her touch she was swept up into the music and played it faultlessly.The company started to drift back chatting and laughing but as they heard Libby play.