“When will you be home?” “A couple of hours,” I admitted. “Ok, I am going to Jenna’s for a couple of cocktails before the Christmas party....” My mind reeled as it automatically replayed our little phone fantasy from a couple days ago. “Sure, what time will you be heading to the party?” “Around 5:00,” she answered, “Cocktails are at five and supper follows at six.” “All right, should I just meet you there?” “Sure,” she said, warning me, “and don’t be late.” “I won’t, I promise.” “And I left your. With Yaquis in the area, we were extra cautions, but with Running Fox to back me up, I was not afraid to continue scouting.We followed the road for the allotted distance and found that it was safe for the wagons. After lunch, we checked our equipment and rode after the Yaquis who had mistreated the Indian woman. We rode back to the torture site and Running Fox looked around for sign. I probably could have found the trail on my own, but it was so much faster with Running Fox doing the searching. Which he agreed to.At that moment Kip (the guy who keeps all my online stuff running) messaged me and I had to do some stuff for him so it wasn’t two minutes, it was more like twenty minutes before I poured another drink and left my hotel room for the hotel pool. I did message Tony and told him I’d be down, just a little while longer.I was rushing but finally I walked out of my hotel room and headed to the pool area.It was after closing time and I thought that maybe I had missed my. He slowly took advantage of the situation by leaning over the rest to kiss her while he was lowered his boxers. She didn’t waste any time climbing over the rest to feel him against her. For a moment they both stopped and looked into each other’s eyes and in agreement took the next step. She reached for his hardened cock and guided it into her wet pussy. She leaned into him and exploded. The anticipation had sent her over the edge. As she soaked his balls he didn’t move and held on to give her a.