Her pussy was smooth; she had shaved earlier that morning. Opening her legs wide, her wet slit was visible; the darker red of her opening, the bud of ...her clit, even her pee hole could be seen clearly. She was tempted to finger her pussy, to rub herself, but she didn’t have the time right now.She put the garter belt on, then the long, white stockings, first putting a foot into one, pulling it over her heel, and then unrolling it up her leg to fasten the garter clips to the top. Already she could. It wasn't long before I forgot my predicament and was notfar off cumming, I could feel that sensation, my prick was as hard as hellwith no restraint and was making up for all that time caged. But just whenI thought that was it she stopped."haven't started yet" she said, "I just wanted to see what a slut you are"She moved away from and sat down and just watched me.It was after a few seconds that I realised that up until that point shehad been supporting me and I was now beginning to struggle to. We cuddled together, enjoying the afterglow of an amazing sexual experience and I drifted off to sleep. oOo When I awoke, Neda was gone, but her aroma still lingered. It was early morning and I decided to go hiking on the Caribou Creek Trail, to Sheep Mountain. I grabbed the backpack and packed a couple of water bottles, along with some trail mix. After putting the camera strap around my neck and rifle on my shoulder, I headed out.The air was a cool and crisp as I started out, rays of sunlight. Ellen gasped as both Sylvia and Cash froze.A second later, they all relaxed when Billy silently padded into the room followed by the dog. His hooded eyes took in Ellen first and, although he didn't speak to her, she sensed a surprisingly quiet gentleness in his movements which made her feel slightly more at ease.His hand dropped to Rex's ears and he scratched the dog affectionately as he nodded toward the man who had been driving the car.It was then that Sylvia, tall, dark-haired, and sensual-.