None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or... events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author. You may not make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local. "Tim, this could be a link," Old Elk said."No one knows what happened to the A'shiwi," he said.I punched the numbers into my GPS, and then sat staring in disbelief atthe location it gave me. "Tim, oh god this is where we hauled that loadto last summer." Actually its eighty seven miles north," he said. "But we have tofollow the old road that goes north from the motel." Or we could come in from Socorro," offered Old Elk."Socorro? Are we going to the A'shiwi holy grounds?" asked Swallow."You mean. I moan into her mouth and grind down into her hand; which, in turn, causes it to push into her soaked pussy, and she moans with me.I move her hand and let myself fall onto her warm, saturated cunt. Our moans form a chorus together as we move slowly against the other. I look down at her, breathing in the sight of her; her eyes closed, lips parted slightly as she breathes heavily and a moan or whimper escapes from deep in her throat every so often.She must have noticed that I was watching her, as. I opened it and wow!!!. It was full of clothing a “Goth” or biker chick would wear. There were tight cut off shorts for summer, black leather bras, black nylons, leather vests and leather pants. I found a pair of black combat boots and a denim vest with the words “Butch’s Old Lady” embroidered on the back, above it in large letters was Butch’s clubs name “Hell’s Lovers Wisconsin”. In large embroidered letters on the back were the words “Debbie - Butch’s Bitch”. On the front pocket was her name.