Slowly she pulls off, eyes watering, slobber all over my dick and running from her chin. Neither do I, she says.You a slut too? I askedShe turned arou...nd and bent over touching her toes, ass in the air, pussy lips sticking out. Fuck my slutty pussy, she said.I just pushed the tip of my bare dick in and didn’t stop till I bottomed out. Ohhh yes that feels good she said. Fuck my slutty pussy, I am such a slut she screamed.The harder I pounded the more she screamed out slutty remarks. Her ass was. After a short time she told me, "Hon, you're so good at this. It's been a long time since I felt you do that. It's getting me so hot."I kept licking, but soon she urged me, "Hon, stop a minute." I asked her if I had been doing it correctly, but she said, "Yes, exactly right. That's just it, it's got me feeling so wicked. I haven't been used to this for a while."She wanted me to lie down flat on the bed, with my head near the headboard, because, she whispered naughtily, "I just have this. In actuality, we only got as far as Bunbury.Weena wanted to go down the Old Coast Road, so we bypassed Fremantle and Rockingham (which are on the coast), but went through Golden Bay and Madora Bay and Wannanup and other places I'd never heard of. South of Parkfield the road veered inland around the Leschenault Estuary, and then back west to East Bunbury. We parked near where the boat had moored and walked around a bit, holding hands. Weena wanted to go back to the "place we went to with Charlie. He wanted her in bed! She spoke strange words at him, waved her broom and stormed from the cottage, grabbing her shawl as she went. He heard the chickens greet her outside and he laughed out loud. He may be weak at the moment but soon, he would be strong enough to thank this strange woman who had saved his life and make her scream as a woman should scream when a man shows his gratitude. He leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes. He remembered the storm and the terror of not being able to.