Of course, there was always the possibility that the campsite we wanted might be occupied. That should be less of a problem this late in the season.We... stopped at the Kawishiwi Ranger Station, in Ely, to pick up our entry permit. Fortunately for us, the parking lot was basically empty. We watched the required video of what to do and promised the Ranger that we were not packing any cans into the wilderness. We looked at a few displays in the center, and then proceeded on our way.Ron slowly pulled. I want you to push into me as I can’t take any more of you, as you push me over the edge. I bite your ear, grabbing onto your back. Hoping my claws don’t leave too much of a mark as I grip onto you.I tell you, how I want you to cum for me. How I need to feel you pulsing into me. You grab my pelvis, pulling me towards you so I can’t escape the depth of your thrusts. I am entirely filled, almost uncomfortably. God, I want to cum for you. Every inch of me is quivering, tightening. I start counting. “I approached you in Vegas, right?”“Yes.”“You know, I had been sitting alone at the bar for almost thirty minutes just watching you. I’m pretty certain I was in your field of vision. You were focused on that woman sitting in the booth, I know, but you must have noticed a woman sitting there staring at you.”Brander sat back in his chair, holding his glass of whiskey on the table. He reached back into his memory library, rewinding the evening in the Vegas casino lounge not so long ago. Yes, he. ”“But … earlier … wasn’t that …?”He robotically offered the wine. One was a Merlot; the other a Chardonnay already chilled. I thanked him and handed him back the white wine. “Don’t be silly. That was the appetizer to the thank you.” His eyes were traveling over my exposed body. “I wasn’t entirely honest or forthcoming before. The resort opened my eyes.”I had the table set with us sitting across from each other across the short distance of the rectangular table. I wanted to always be in his line.