Every part of his armhad muscles. He reminded me of a dark race horse. He was like theunderwear models I fantasized about, only bigger, blacker, and... righthere. He and Jen were talking a lot. Occasionally she, and sometimeshe, would look my way. Finally he walked off and Jen came over andretook my leash.My legs were so tired. I needed to sit. They were quiveringoccasionally. But Jen wouldn't let me."Did you see that guy I was just talking too?" Jen asked. I nodded."He is so fucking hot,. I flicked it down and got lost. My fingers played tenderly in her folds. She opened herself around them and pulled them in. My teeth found her thigh and bit on the tendon just inside. She pulled me up and tasted herself off my face, wrapped her fingers around my stiffness, overseeing me to exactly where she wanted me to be.I felt her hands grab my ass and pull. I held her back, staying just close enough to feel the moist warmth and slick flesh taunt on the edge of my skin. I teased my way in. Mr. Wainwright says he’ll get something worked out, but I can’t see what it could be. Even if he can find responsible people for her to stay with while I’m gone, they’ll still be strangers. And living a little with them, then a little with me, just isn’t an answer.“Why did that bitch do this to us?” he suddenly asked, his voice harsh.Yes, Kathy thought. Now, you’ve got the right attitude. You didn’t do anything wrong, big man. Get pissed!Kathy suddenly sat stunned – an idea hitting her, hard.. I know you like the way that feels. I reached for your breasts and cupped them in my hands, taking your hard nipples and twirling them between finger and thumb. Your moans and mine mingled as the sensations became almost unbearably wonderful. We stayed locked like this, fucking inside the tree for I don’t know how long, several times we came close to exploding into orgasm, but you always managed a ‘no wait’ so I held it back or tried to keep you (and me) on the very edge of cumming but not.