As morbid as we both are, we don’t dare to even ask each other if this should be explored. Ancient headstones, plastic flowers of remembrance, and s...mall mausoleums holding families of importance.We continue to walk slowly, hands intertwined, me squeezing gently and tenderly touching fingertips. Your thumb traces the inside of my wrist.The air is quite chilly now this darkening evening. Our breath is beginning to make small billowy ghosts in the air. We come upon the rows of mausoleums, each one. She was so much crazy about this that she told me in between actually her friends always used to tell her about getting pussy licked and her husband never did that and she somehow wanted to explore this. Her only aim of finding an escort was to get her pussy licked whole day. She became wilder and took a bottle of Pepsi from the side and poured over her pussy and made to lick it while she was pouring.She was so much happy about this and we smooched so hard. After that, she started the shower. His roommate was one years older, but not as flamboyant or charismatic as he was, and once dropped the hint to me he would bring a girl home for him to share her once he had exhausted himself sexually, and he would lie and listen in the darkness to his roommate sounds of pleasure as he fucked the girl to exhaustion.I guess he was testing me to see if I took the bait, as one night in the pub, his roommate confirmed his best friend's altruistic tendencies, referring to the night the girl came to. Of course, I could not outrun them, but I did not want to. I knew exactly the place where I wanted them to catch me. It was a real shallow cave in a sandstone cliff. There was a low ridge of sandstone running across in front of the cave to make a breastwork, and there was a little waterhole in the cave just big enough to serve one man and his horse.I am sure that the Comanches knew about the cave and the fact that I was headed for it. They made every effort to catch me, but I slowed them down.