It was long after midnight when I got to the foot of the mountain. There was a hostel at the end of the road, where the mule trail began. All the wind...ows were dark, and the door was locked. I wouldn't have time for a rest, anyway. I tethered the horse, assuming it would be cared for in the morning. With luck, I would be able to pick it up on my way back. Luck. I needed more luck than that now.The trail was steep, and not easy to walk even in the daylight, and when you can take your time. I had. My shorts were tented and the dilatation of my eyes might have said otherwise, but on the surface I wanted to appear calm and collected. Soon I would be eating a woman I have never said Hello to… Ding Ding, cold slap of reality. The doors are open, the elevator ready to descend back to the lobby again. My time to step closer to that pussy I had tributed and dreamed about for so many nights. Without knowing, I stood in front of their door. My legs obviously being driven by the almighty Cocks. "It's just more realistic if they're glued on and not just dumped intothe bra cups. We can add makeup and blend them in. They'll look likethey're yours and you'll be able to show some cleavage."He felt quite odd as they weren't light and when she said he could letgo, he removed his hands and was completely dumbfounded by their realism.They hung there like the real thing, complete with raised nipples.She spent a few minutes adding foundation type stuff around the edges andin the end, you. Somehow I had to admit the truth. But last week I couldn’t seem to find any feeling of suspicion from my husband. He had never asked me anything, about my activities here in another city. Last week, I could remember he fucked me passionately, then wildly at the second round. But nothing unusual happened. Now, I asked myself, how I could face my husband….“What do we do now?” I finally broke that word. I almost exploded into tears but had the guts to control them. Dan rolled over and caressed my.