Wednesday was large a repeat of Tuesday until about four when we sighted the landing by the outfitter's and pulled ashore. We loaded the boats back on...to the van roof and packed our other gear away. We stopped for supper on the way back but by eight thirty we pulled up to my house.For the last two days I had had a good chance to think and consider just what our relationship had become. True, we both loved the sex. Most of the time it was slow and loving, a comfortable and exciting experience. Her hips were firm, her thighs shapely, and her ass sexy and inviting. The girl is a hottie that needs a long hard cock! She lusted for a throbbing, thick eight inch piece of man meat that she could suck, fuck and ride for hours.It was late Monday night. Caramel was alone and very horny. She tried to calm herself while looking in the mirror. Finally she fell back on her bed and instinctively reached for her B.O.B (battery operated boyfriend). Her sexy thighs fell apart as she sucked the shaft. I was hoping he wouldn't ask how we knew about the Brotherhood; unfortunately they weren't that stupid. The NIS may be assholes, at least most of them, but they aren't stupid. That was the next question he asked."Yeah, I've heard of them before," I sighed. "They blew up a ferry my wife was on a few years ago. I spent a long time looking for those shitheads and gathering information on them. That fucking tattoo is indelibly etched on my brain; there's no God-damned way I could forget it." Did. Your a strong one.Finally, we were standing outside an apartment building and was walking up the stairs. I live on the third floor. Come on. She began up the stairs. Her calves were extremely cut. Her legs looked very powerful yet soft and sleek. I burst into a run and chased her down on the 2nd floor. I forced her to the steps and kissed her with a savage passion. She responded with a moan of ecstasy. I moved my hand to cup her breast. Even her tits were hard. She must work out like.