2 am was not the time to go exploring a haunted house, especially if one was all alone. Tossing and turning, I finally gave up on sleep and sat up. It... was only 2:45. The house was quiet, with the occasional creak and groan. Slipping on my robe, I headed dow nstairs for a midnight snack. “Fuck, this is creepy,” I murmured, aloud. The familiar scent of sandalwood was absent, so I knew Colt was not around. Wondering where he went to recharge, I descended to the second floor landing. All was quiet. Imagining Clays tongue probing her most intimate of parts/ seeing him crouched naked on the floor/ his head moving between her thighs as he licks at the root of her pleasure. Oral caresses. Yes. His hand stroking her now. Parting her tender lips. Fingers pressing into her. Slippery strokes as his tongue swirls over that divine organ. Clitoris burning up under the rhythmic attack of her wet fingers. His wild tongue. Yes. And then it happened: knees shuddering / body snapping forward. Those. Let's see, what else? The big thing is the turnaround at the end of your trip. Rather than dink around like we do on the last day, Jeff and I worked out that you'll run down to Diamond Creek the night before and camp there. Jeff and Jimmie will leave way early and try to get there maybe an hour or two after dawn, so that'll buy a few hours. Then Karin suggested that it's a hell of a pain to try to clean all the gear from this trip to take it right out again when we'll have an extra set of gear. “If so, then no, I have not had that pleasure!”Anne winked at Norma Jean. Together, the two began disarming the young man lying prone on the floor. They laid his weapons nearby just in case he needed them. One of the ladies removed his boots, underwear, and pants while the other removed his shirt and laid his distinctive hat atop his weapons. It seemed that Mr. Jones hardly ever took off this hat. It was a tall-crowned wide-brim fur felt fedora colored a shade of brown called Sable. .