It’s a wonder why she isn’t sucked into the ground like quicksand. This calls for another cigarette and she rises from her knees and pads on the h...t ground to the open driver’s side door for her cigarettes. As she rounds the headlights, watching where she is stepping, she hears a voice. “Excuse me, but can I help you sister?” The voice is the tongue of the Navajo and not Anglo and startles her to a stand still. Her head snaps up and there is an older man dressed in faded denim, His face is. .......yet! A guy can dream.It was my first weekend back at home in several weeks, working away wasn't the glamorous lifestyle it promised to be, having to stay indoors with a laptop and phone for company. I was looking forward to seeing the lads again, getting stoned; getting pissed and just having a good time after all I hadn't seen them for nearly 2 months. It took nearly 3 hours to get back, I fucking hate trains, and I went straight to Jon's flat. I've known him for a few years and he. I started going in and out, not to fast, but faster than we did earlier. A few minutes past and I started building up steam, and could hear our skin slapping together. Every downward thrust now was being met by her upward thrusts. We were starting to fuck fast now and she said Oh Jack, cum in me. She started cumming again, and I continued to fuck her hard now. Another minute of this, and I could feel my cum welling up inside my balls, waiting to be released inside her. I pushed hard one more. ‘I’ll call when I’m back, okay?’ ‘Okay.’ Lizzie shook hands with Jane. ‘Hope your readers will like my pictures, too!’ she said. ‘Lots of success!’ Then she walked out of the office with the empty portfolio. Back home to pack! II Next day, to Lizzie’s joy, she woke up to a beautiful morning. The weather promised to be brilliant for a very long time, and it was with a glad heart that she locked the door and took the bus to the station. Friends from the village would take care of her place, so.