It had a front porch that overlooked the forest and at night we could see the lights from Dollywood in Pigeon Forge. We spent the first few days hikin... in the forest and mountains. In the evening we'd eat at the Gatlinburg Trout House and fall asleep by ten. We were well rested and starting to feel restless. I heard of a place with Line Dancing - "Hogs and Honeys". Carol is a great dancer. When we went she wore a snap button cowgirl shirt and a very short flared skirt with horseshoes printed on. There was very little room between her flesh and the suit, but it being a creature of liquid it easily traversed her form, finding its way to the small of her back and pooling there for a moment of rest and planning. Though scared, in the back of her mind she was feeling some pleasure from this weird sludge that was admiring her. The way it felt on her flesh was divine, but fear took over any sort of pleasure (and, in a way, fed her pleasure) and she was more concerned with getting the thing. By the time he managed to open the door I decided to continue the rouse. In my angriest voice I could muster, "Where is your Chief of Security? He was to meet us here an hour ago!"The name tag he wore said he was Richard. "He never comes down here. His office is over at the main building. He may be over there."I had only been standing in the door a few seconds but I could smell the coffee pot burning dry."Have you any good coffee in here or just that stinking mess that is burnt?" I asked. The. Your orgasm fades, only to be replaced by a second, and a trace of a third. Awash in your juices, I speed my thrusts again, just as my tightly coiled testicles and throbbing cock lurch, and my own orgasm ripples through me and into you. My body trembles hard against you, my cock thrust deep and secure within your folds as my semen flows into you. A few more short thrusts, until the sensation is too much to stand, and then I rest, my body full upon you, supported by my upper arms, your legs.