Actually, I wasn't. But still, the little lie can be quite nice. Iguess I ought to know.*****A half an hour, 45 minutes outside town, the hills begin ...to lift, andif you know just where to look, you see the first blue line ofmountains reaching towards the sky. That's where he left the highway,dipped and swooped through steepening hills, past trees that seemed togrow taller, deeper green as we climbed. A gravel road following thecurve a rushing creek had cut, but far below. A wide spot in the. Even though the lights were low, my sensitive vision could detect the slight dampness that was appearing on the front of her leggings. The Hunger became more insistent.Usually, if I hunt in a crowd, I don't decide on a source of nourishment right away. I enjoy hunting, selecting and preparing my meal. I must dine anyway, to sustain myself, so why not get all the pleasure out of the experience that I can? That usually means admiring the appearance, smell, and sound of numerous attractive women. She rolled to her back and I moved above her, first kneeling between her legs and then bending forward so that I could enter her. “In, Dave. I need you in me!” “Suits the hell out of me, Marce! Not that I wasn’t having fun before, of course.” I groaned as the head of my cock slid in the hot, slippery groove between her puffy pussy lips. She reached down and guided me into her and I slid in easily, her pussy wet and ready. It felt amazing, hot and velvet-soft as she squeezed me, my own slippery. . I love you, Rhee. I l-love you, both.”We held her as she quickly got herself back under control. I knew, as Rhee probably did, that Heather might well be touch-and-go this evening. No problem: we are here for her. As she wound back down, I gently released her, though Rhee kept her in a tight embrace. I picked up Heather’s bag and led them back into the house, closing the door behind them. I was a bit surprised when Heather worked out from under Rhee’s arm around her shoulders and began.