She had to think. Her office at work was out; too many questions if he showed up. Then an idea popped into her head. Less than five miles away was a n...tional park with plenty of different places they could go. Picnic benches dotted the landscape, trees, nature paths, even a large lake in the middle. They just needed to find an isolated section and she seemed to remember this one camping area way back in the deepest reaches no one ever went. Well, at least not since she was last there a few. I was on a business trip to San Jose CA, just down the road from San Francisco, and as usual on these trips, was touring the sex businesses and looking for fun. In one of the adult bookstores I picked up a copy of The Spectator. I don't know if they're still in business, but in those pre-internet days they were the San Francisco version of Screw Magazine, with stories, ads for adult businesses, and ads for prostitutes of all types. I read through it back at the hotel, and found some very. "Fuck me like it's your last!" she growled. Redoubling my efforts, I slammed harder as I reached sround, grabbing her breasts, one in each fist. "Oh, God. Yes!" she cried, "So close. So fucking close!"I grabbed a fistfull of her hair in one hand as I mauled her breast with the other, rapidly approaching my own orgasm. "Fuuuccck!" she screamed, as her body clenched, her cunt exerting a death grip on my cock. Personally, I didn't want to cum yet, knowing that there were limited opportunities due. She attended class off and on for eleven years. But she loved when Dad would go to town for provisions, and she would go along and load up on library books, and bring them home and bury herself in the pages.The university had a field lab on the road skirting the swamp about six miles north of their cabin. When she was twelve, she’d heard that they would pay good money for venomous snakes of the region. One day she hiked over there to find out if that was true. There were two men there, both.