He could see the river flowing into the flat terrain, but on either side of the river bed the land dropped away, receding, forming a large cut in the ...ground. The first signs of a canyon lay ahead of him, dropping below the level of the plain where red, bare rock formed the walls. It was wide, and small, scrubby trees dotted the landscape inside the gorge. He’d heard of this place. Hells Canyon one man told him, filled with Comanche. According to his friend, the walls were red with the blood of. Yes I can quite slam the thing in & out really fast lol’ I could see eyes fixed on my tits so looked down & saw my nipples were sticking out like bullets’ OHH look what you’ve done to them lol So you up for it then Elaine’ To take a look at them? OMG…yes ok then’ Your place or ours then? Err…mine I think’ We set off to my room& I don’t think I had ever felt this turned on before’ On the way I kept thinking people were giving us a knowing look as if to say…Yeah we know what your up too! As we. I rubbed lower and found a tribal tramp stamp with a heart worked into the spiky design. I rubbed her firm ass, kneading her cheeks. I spread her open, and saw her brown, wrinkled asshole and shove a finger up inside her. “Oh, sir, that's so nasty,” she purred. “Your turn,” I said, pulling off my shirt. The sunscreen was cold on her hands, but she skillfully rubbed my chest and stomach, down to my groin. She rubbed it on my legs while my hard cock brushed her face. She playfully licked at my. “I’m sorry, you just taste so good.” Mat moves her before he does something stupid, trying to get the heat of her pussy away from his cock.“Go to sleep, honey,” he tells her. When she rolls over he’s certain she’s upset. Then he feels her ass rotate against his abdomen, the tip of his cock trapped between them, and he sighs.-In the morning Abby helps Mat make breakfast. He’s in his boxers, her in one of his large t-shirts. As he cooks their eggs she stands behind him, kissing his muscled back..