Before setting down the tray, Carson turned with his back to the door and stood on his toes, pressing the door handle into his ass crack, right agains...t his hole. Suddenly, he could feel every one of Mr. Armisen’s powerful thrusts as it rattled the door handle.Carson wished he could see him, as he closed his eyes and imagined the various positions Mr. Armisen could be fucking this girl--maybe from below, as she rode his giant cock. Or maybe on top of her, with one hand around her throat. Or. She leaned in to whisper, “What’s wrong? Your hands aren’t moving.” How could he when his world was being rocked? He could barely concentrate on anything as waves of pleasure threatened to drown him.Then she suddenly stopped, removed her hands from him, and gently pushed his hands off of her. She buttoned up her pants again and got up. She walked over to her husband and gently woke him up. “You fell asleep, you dummy!”“Huh?”“I want to change into something more comfortable.” Pawalman turned. After 10 min of the relaxation, I asked her to stand up… she still had her eyes closed blissfully and came close to me, and closer… so close that I could feel her warm breath ….Could sense her soft body pushing on me, and then I don’t know how but I happened to just touch her lips with mine and then she was still with the interlock of the lips.I tried to suck her lips holding her waist and she tightly held my back with the essence of satisfaction…. And it got tighter with the wildness of the. He settled her down in the hollow under a walnut tree and dealt with the evening chores while she rested. Once both horses were unsaddled and watered, he spread out their bedrolls, making a comfortable nest for them to share next to a quickly laid fire.He sure hoped she knew her way around a campfire. He was tired of eating trail rations and his mouth watered for fried chicken cooked by a good woman. Careful to avoid waking her, he moved her into his bedroll and curled around her lush body,.