Her muscles ached as she stretched; she felt like she hadn't moved all night. She sure as hell hadn't made a run to the bathroom in the night. Her bla...dder ached. In fact, it felt more than full; there was a different ache down there. Was she simply super horny? She'd been having a lot of messy sex dreams lately. Her panties were usually damp to soaking in the mornings. Had she had one last night? She didn't think so. She couldn't remember any of her teen heartthrobs stroking her clit during the. ‘Follow the road to the end.’ An old cabin haunted the back of the Trail. He told her to pull in. She stopped around the back side of the homestead, helping him out and up to the door. The woods smelled of mildew and smoke, but surprisingly, the ash was not falling there. A soft, sweet and inviting light bathed the porch and said, home can be here, even here. For an uncertain moment she was held at bay before the threshold. He dragged himself past her, shuffling over the sturdy wood floor. She wasn't the patient type you see. Eva then got off her chair and mounted my lap, sitting directly on top of my crotch. I moaned and wriggled trying to get her off me, but she pushed down harder, determined to sit on my lap. Eventually I gave up and tried to make the best of the situation. It was very uncomfortable trying to read the paper, as I had to poke my head over her shoulder to get a peek at the paper. With all the wriggling going on, my robe had come undone and my cock had. Straps! There!" It's off. Good girl. Take it away, it's no use to me now." As Ramsbottom retired into the shadows with her still-warm prize, every eye on the bridge turned to the captain as she wriggled her way into the admiral's shirt and fastened the first five buttons, leaving the top three undone. Six inches of gleaming cleavage glistened in the pale green glow of the radar repeater. It was scarcely believable. The young captain's bust must have increased by at least three cup sizes in half.