Emma walked to his bedside, unconcerned that this afforded him a brief but graphic view up the T-shirt at her unclothed intimacy, and set the mug of h...ot tea down next to the lamp on the small table. She stretched to open the curtain, and the raising of her arms lifted her bosom so high that the T-shirt rode entirely up her buttocks and bunched around her waist, giving Simon a full view of her ample, bare bottom. ‘Christ,’ he croaked again. The flood of Sunday morning daylight into the room. My arms were around his neck pulling him onto my mouth, our tongues dancing inside each others mouths as we passionately swapped spit, my nipples were clamped and each of the two boys were just inches from my neglected crotch, I was desperate for either boy to touch me and started to respond by raising my bum off the grass, and then it happened, one did, then both were there, my neglected organ came to life and exploded, and as if not to loose the pressure I was humping against, I reached down. “I sincerely apologize, I completely forgot and did an extended workout with Chandra this morning. I had to be reminded about this. Again, I apologize, I have no excuse for my behavior.” I didn’t have an excuse, I was too worried about the girls’ activity to remember my name, let alone this appointment.“Ok, let’s do this,” said Cynthia. She turned and led me into the temple to her room. I knelt on the floor near the center of her bed.“Pull up your shirt, I want to see the wound.” The bitchy. Lifting his one canteen that still had some water in it he took a mouthful. Swishing the water around in his mouth he leaned far over in his saddle and plucked a leaf from an aloe plant. He squeezed sap out of the leaf and rubbed it across his parched cracked lips. The natural salve would help put some moisture back in them. Turning in his saddle he looked back at the hoof prints that marked his trail across this waste land of the Llano Estacado. Damn high chaparral, he thought. The Staked.