We’re gonna get those ass muscles moving. Put on some trainers and let’s go.”I started to try and formulate multiple protests-- that I’m not a... exercise girl, I’m not a hot pants girl, I’m certainly not a camouflage-wearing hooch girl, but they quickly evaporated in the heat of his glare. I had said I needed training, didn’t I? And did I really want to forgo this project now that I had gotten embarked, and especially after it had brought me into so much closer, more intimate an understanding. Despite herself she found it fascinating. His was the first cock she had ever touched. Strange how she had felt it inside her pussy and inside her mouth before she ever touched it. She looked closely as she moved her hand up and down marveling at how stiff it was. "This has been inside me," she thought with wonder stroking the shaft and watching the head moving up and down in time to her strokes. She forgot her aches and pains for a few brief seconds.However the interlude was a short one. A few. I geared up, got my .22 magnum rifle and a pocket full of ammo, a foam sleeping pad and an eight by eight foot white canvas tarp. I had a few pocket heater packs with me and a canteen full of water.I found Mark. He was squatting next to two dead dogs and a dead roe deer. It appeared that they'd been shot. I lined up the holes. It looked like someone came around the fence down at the beach and set up a ground stand. I walked down and took a look. Yep, there was the mark in the sand where someone. Just as I started coming, she her mouth back a little, ran her tongue back and forth underneath the head of my cock, and slid one hand around my balls. I looked down at her and found her eyes looking straight into mine. As my come shot across her tongue and into her open mouth, she smiled slightly and never took her eyes off mine. She slowly squeezed the remaining come from my cock and let it drip into her mouth from her fingers.We held each other in the cool breeze, reveling in the.
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