I really didn't expect to use anything but the knife, but Janet said that she would feel better about the whole thing if I took my pistols. I couldn't... argue with a feeling, so I went along.There was no moon, so I didn't have to worry about that as I slipped out of camp and into the draw. It was about three feet deep, and that was plenty for me. It was just short of 500 yards to the Comanche camp, and the draw ran out about 50 yards this side of there. There were some isolated bushes and a bit. About the only thing typical about Lissa, this day, was her dress. A loosefitting brown legless bodysuit with a plunging neckline was pretty typical dress for a mover.Seeing Lissa walk out of the museum sent a wave of nostalgia crashing over Dahra. Had it really been three years since she had walked out of the testing room in the archaeology museum to face her mother? In those days, friends and relatives were not allowed in to witness the actual testing. That policy was changed for all colleges. She carefully climbed down – she was surprised she was a little sore – and went to the lake to wash the smell of her sex off her hands. She repeated this regularly over the next two weeks on her “off” time – so called because she was off duty, and that's when she got herself off. She loved her time with her Lush fantasies, and planned what she would do first when she got back online and reconnected with her friends. She knew she would first reconnect with “Daddy,” who wrote the virginity story. I yelled and held onto me tight, I trembled and grunted loudly I was having the greatest orgasm in my life. All the tension was being released, No more cum was coming out but something inside me…. I can’t explain it… was still making me feel amazing. His other hand rubbed up and down my chest and I heard say, ‘Yeah that’s it… let it out. Let it all out.’ My moans little whimpers, feeling my hard dick grow sensitive to his touch. His hand moved up and down my dick and I gripped onto him.