We described the whole experience in detail and the outcome and our plan to build a new house on the ranch. Bob was concerned that I was moving away a...nd I went on to explain that I had to spend at least a week a month working at the Lab so we would be in town.About an hour and half later we managed to leave and go home. Once there we showered and Virginia asked if it was okay for her to call Linda now or would it be better to wait until tomorrow. "Go ahead and call her while I make us some hot. The first words we've said to eachother in forever. She pulls her legs up and wriggles her underwearover her hips, throwing them across the room with a giggle. I kiss heragain, and then back to her thighs, around her slit. I lick her,lapping at her and tasting her. My tongue flicks against the hard nubof her clit. My lips softly murmuring against her quivering lips. Shewriggles, pants, gasps and moans. I push a finger inside her andsuckle on her clit, then add another, caressing her from the. Screw it! I didn’t want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet; besides, we would later need to melt snow to replace our drinking water. I crawled to the entrance and climbed to my knees. An upset bride once asked a famous advice columnist, “My husband insists on urinating in our backyard. Why does he do that?”Her answer became the stuff of legend, “Because he can.”I shuffled forward and, plumbing in hand, I sprayed the dry, dusty ground of our cave with a monsoon of yellow rain. The first. At least that's what Dana had told me, so who knows? He had the accent anyway.I was in the barn, grunting as I lifted a saddle for Roscoe, when I realized I wasn't alone."Hey." Ronald was in the loft, looking down at me."Hi," I narrowed my eyes at him. "Dana's going crazy looking for you." I know," he frowned. "Sorry about that." You say that a lot," I smiled, feeling glad he was okay."I didn't want to see her though," Ronald said."Why?" I want to see you." Ronald, last night ... I'm sorry,.