Something tells me that we won't be growing tired of each other soon." I said."Not with so many things of love and life to share, if we ever do grow t...ired of each other, the memories will buoy our love until our last days." Bill said as he unsnapped my bra. I stepped away from him to let my breasts go free and the garment drop. I reached out and slid my fingers over his back and down under the band of his under shorts over his buttocks until they fell to the floor. The only snag I hit was the. ? That display usually ensured the roughesttreatment, and the gloved finger regularly became the gloved hand as theyfist-fucked his arse in the guise of checking for drugs.? The fat hollow dildo was filled with sandclogged dog cum, and when they felt the grit up his chute, there was often ahumiliating wait as they tested it for chemicals.? Most of the guards had him clean off theirgloves as they waited, telling him he could keep his lover's cum to himself. Hebucked and resisted - eventually. Smithy, the man running the gun shop and the range, said, "That's a good attitude to have Miss. You're less likely to shoot yourself in the foot or blow off some other more vitally needed body part."Once he made sure I understood how to make guns safe, or as safe as they can be, he started me out on a .38 revolver. He said I did pretty good for my first time. I didn't hit the bull's eye or make a smiley face or anything but he said I did have a good grouping.We stopped for lunch on the way. Her nipples stiffened in the morning air. Leaning over the bed, he softly blew onto her breasts, seeing her nipples react. With the sweetest touch, he took her left nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive mound, and gliding the skin over the tips of his teeth. She stirred at this unusual interruption, eyes still closed, lost to her dreams. With one nipple in his mouth, his hand cupped the remaining breast, allowing him to feel her heart beating softly beneath, its pace.