Non-descript; he wasn't my typical idea of a dream-man, yet it was /him/, and because he was him, he /was/ my dream-man. Convoluted logic, but that wa...sn't what was on my mind as I wrapped my arms about his neck, surprised at his strength as he easily lifted me. "Mark! Oh god, I can't believe it's you," I could only sputter, pushing myself closely agagainst him, my cheek pressed against his chest. I wanted to stay there forever, caught up in his arms, safe, protected -- and above all, with him.. The scouts kept reporting that they saw no pursuit and they were keeping a careful eye out, Gamelin was sure.Finally, Gamelin called the end of the day's march, many palm-widths earlier than he normally would have. Once again, Tuck's charges were lethargic, going on only because they were too numb to stop.Then it started to rain, adding to the misery of everyone, not just those tired and hurting. Thunder boomed over the hills, lightning spiked down on the hilltops, sending more thunder rolling. "My wife shacking up in a motel room, cheating on me with a damn coffee vendor, is that what I'm thinking," I asked while looking for the asshole. I found him cowering in the bathroom, behind the shower door. I kicked it open breaking the glass. Grabbing him by the back of his hair, I pulled him through, what remained of the shower door. Ramming his head into the porcelain sink, his nose exploded as blood sprayed everywhere. Lifting up his bloody face I whispered in his ear. "Listen to me very. She slides to sit on him as Karen had Julie and finds an added delight of his hard cock resting against her slit. She does move enough for him to be covered in her wetness.Then she starts on his shoulders and chest. Leaning to suck his nipples as she massages around them. Over his stomach and hips, manipulating his muscles to soften and relax them. Donald is groaning over and over. When Emma turns and her pussy is now within reach of his fingers, he begins to play in the moist wonder jungle.