"Lets get moving." I suggested. "we'll have trouble making it all the way out and back before dark if we go slow enough to make sense of what we see."...The smuggler's trail, for all that the description lent it weight, was just a consistent wrinkle through the rugged hills and broken ground of the peninsula. Men, horses and small carts could make it from the north shore to the south across it. There was little in the way of shelter or succor for the entire length of it, not even water. The trail. I wanted to make him cum like a fountain and swallow it down my throat. I could already imagine tasting his sweet and salty juice. Unfortunately we were interrupted by another student who walked in and asked for my assistance. I stood up and felt my own juices fill my lacy red panties with wetness. I dismissed him with his hard cock and told him we would continue "working on things later" as I attended to the student who interrupted us.After that I could not wait to get home and out of my wet. Heather. It’s Heather.”“Heather, hmm,” she replied, as if the name conveyed pretty much what she was; a boring white-bread girl-next-door. “How tall is she and how much does she weigh?”“She’s just over 5’ and weighs about 105 pounds.” I felt kind of uncomfortable talking about my wife like this, but I was curious to find out where she was going with this discussion. “Hmm, that’s pretty small.” She paused for a second and looked me straight in the eye. “What size bra does she wear…..and please. “You want more?” she asked. “Yes please.”Eva moved her hand back down towards her ass...before I could muster up another reaction, she gave herself a hard smack. Fuck! This hot chick smacked her ass just for me. It was so good!Then I watched as she moved that finger back down to her tight pussy. She stuck it inside and moved it in back and forth as she dripped. How she was able to get herself this wet was incredible. I started stroking myself more while watching this hot babe touch herself.