Her groan drops lower as I wiggle the tip my finger into her ass a little then pull it out.She arches her back and I can see her asshole move in and o...ut as if kissing the air. I put my finger back in to the first knuckle wiggle it and pull it back out. She clinches, turns her hips up as if reaching for more and groaning. Her hands pulling harder to widen her ass cheeks. I blow on her little puckered hole and she bites my dick then sucks hard on it again. I put my finger back in her ass a little. He was evidently talking on the phone. I knocked on the door. Bill barked, “Come on in!” He was a big man with long grey hair flowing around his ears and the back of his head, and completely bald on top. He had a full grey beard, and the leather vest, teeshirt, jeans and motorcycle boots that told me the trike out behind the bar was his. His face was deeply tanned, freckled and weather-beaten, which made his startling light blue eyes stand out like light bulbs. He told the person he was talking. ” I knew she wouldn’t get the reference. “Get out of here, okay? I’ve got a 911 button, right here. I press that, and you’re gone for five years.” I lean off the counter, take a step towards her. “Go ahead.” She lunges for the button. I grab her wrist. She squirms, tries to hit me with the other hand. I grab that too. She’s fighting me, not fighting for the button. She tries to bite me, but she doesn’t mean it. She could knee my balls if she meant it. I fend her teeth off with her own wrist,. It was remote enough that we felt like we were all alone, but close enough that we could come back if we forgot something. To save on gas, she suggested I swing by her place Friday morning and that we travel together. We were going to stay until Sunday afternoon, giving us enough time to enjoy some of the hiking trails in the area, but not so much that we needed to worry about extra gear.Friday morning, I showed up at her house at 8 a.m., as planned. We loaded her gear into my car and headed.