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EXIT 33 — Trusting More

After chatting with you over the computer and ‘hearing’ a story that you made up on the spot, I turned back over and drifted back to sleep. I had a smile of satisfaction on my face as your sweet countenance once again occupied my dreamy sleep. The aftereffects of your story on my body soon had me ‘asleep’ and once again dreaming.

After releasing your hands, I help you descend from the upper bunk. You now stretch out, on your tummy, on my lower bunk. While we are just talking about what has happened, I begin idly stroking your bare skin from head to toe. Your low talking slowly changes into whispers of about how relaxed you feel while I am stroking your back. Your whispers change into deep moans and sighs and your breathing changes as my long fingers once again probe your womanhood. Not surprising, I am finding you very wet. All that I am seeing and feeling is making me that much harder again. I have not yet cum even one time since we parked the truck, showered, ate dinner, and made you squirt from the upper bunk. Quite simply, woman, you and your body have made me horny and I want some pussy. NOW.

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