She looked down his strong physique, from his kind face, past his muscular chest and trim waist. And in his left hand she saw his generous erection, g...eaming at the tip. She eased her thighs apart without his request, accommodating this stranger’s hips. Her head swam with the sensations. A dream. Yet she could feel his heat as the perspiration beaded on her forehead — arousal and danger and the heat of July surging to her face. She felt the wetness of his mouth on hers, his tongue tracing over. I pulled her hand up and kissed the back of it and she smiled through her tears. We drove the rest of the way home with Rosa blotting the tears from her eyes.“Damn, I must look a sight!” she said as she tried to wipe her eyes without messing up her makeup too much.“You are… a sight for sore eyes!” I said. I got another smile for my comment. “That what I want to see, smiles. You are most beautiful when you are smiling.”“Well, you bring out the smiles in me. I haven’t had a lot of them in recent. I retreated my eyes back to Camryn who stared down to me silently.She picked up my arm. I looked to it. Up to my elbow, it was covered in a cast.“Why’d you cut your finger off?” she asked depressingly. I stayed quiet for a few seconds.“I didn’t mean too, I just needed adrenaline so I could yell for help. I didn’t want to die there.” The memories of two days in massive pain and loneliness flooded back into my mind. I had never felt so helpless in my life. Camryn looked down.“You knew, you. They were as huge as coconuts. I kept my lips in her milky cleavage. She pressed my head against her milky pots. I began to bite her boobs over the blouse. She pulled my cock from the shorts and began to and fro action. I was trying to open her blouse hooks. She just told me to go to another bed room and she would join me there.I was eagerly waiting in the room for her. She once again checked her children and came to my room. I bolted the door and pushed her to the bed. I pulled her sari and.