They wagged pony and puppy dog tails; they flounced and pounced, and popping open the final bottle of Evian from the backpack, they lapped it to the last. So sated, they shared her scent, his scent, and their last supper of Fig Newtons. He showed some pink, and she grew damp: time to finish. Get to camp. "Not long", she purred. She meant it. She gave her word. Thus he marked the spot and off they went, his tail a flapping vestment, her backpack a trailing supplicant scraping across the desert floor. Hardcore The two finished the day in quiet. They had no real need to talk because it seemed each could guess the other's thoughts. They were a team, after all, so well-trained that back in North Carolina the two had been Triad asian Flyball champs, founders of the team The Bleu Bayous, in fact. She could charge him out of the gate and down the course with a wink and a nod, and he would respond instantly. At his peak Moki had run the course in 15:36, a near state record. God, they had been good. They had just loved showing off in front of a crowd of bright and caring, shining, admiring eyes, Lord, oh yes they did; but after a while Asian Sex he had lost a step and a second, and then he had lost some more. It wasn't fun anymore, he seemed to say, and Susan had agreed. Anyway, for a no-nonsense kind of girl like her, Botanical Survey, the stuff of the professoriate, was so much more satisfying than had been Environmental Reclamation, with its mucking around in menses-red Carolina gumbo, steaming with who-knows-what toxins, with its spying on sweltering, stinking pig farms and their owners, and with her jacking off overheated Tarheel undergrads during sticky evenings' diversions. The desert, on the other hand, she knew to be pure in its dry contrasts of color and light, hot and cold, good and evil. It left no doubt. That was its nature. The two made their way to the seep in no time, just in time. The sun was low and the desert's daily breath was waning. Its last puffs waft cold: it's Legion's chilled hands stroked wavelets of goose bumps onto her naked arms and legs. The girl wasn't tired now, but knowing she must stay naked for the next many hours in Easter week chill already had turned her body languid. She longed for the toasty glow of her bright afternoon japanese nap, the cuddle-up warmth of her bedroll -- "Nonsense. C'mom. Focus --" she scolded herself. She knew she must put all of that out of her mind, warmth, softness, goodness, and such. She must suffer in the cold tonight. She must become a Piscean sacrifice there to feed some unseen multitude. She had to. It was her nature now. She was compelled. Once six years ago as a rebellious post-grad gamine, as just another flaky summertime runaway to the Big City, then one smoggy August eve she had offered body and soul just for the fun of it. It had been a hazy, boozily spinning, kinky kind of alkaloid ritual, just a stupid Passion play gametic stunt when it started, when she had lain upon a Cross inside a Pentagram on a New York rooftop. That's all. That's what she had thought then. That's what she had thought then amid a swirl of cats' eyes and the scent of Rosemary as she Hairy splayed out like an Ichthus scratched onto a Roman floor. We began chatting and the bloke was giving her one complement asian after the other and Hilary was loving it, his eyes all the time fixed on her tits then l almost made my mother-in-law Hardcore choke on her drink when l told the salesman that l was her husband and we come out so she can have sex with other men due to me losing my sex drive his jaw hit the table when he realised he might have the chance of fucking Hilary and the complements were now how great her figure was and how she had fantastic tits at this point l remarked she hated wearing knickers and he asked to feel, his hand slipped between her legs and a big smile appeared on the blokes face he commented on how wet Hilary’s pussy was then the hints started, what sort of bloke was she looking for, what’s japanese her favourite position which happened to be his favourite, doggy style, l interrupted telling the bloke she was looking to suck someone off, Hilary glared at me as the bloke said he would love her to be suck him off, so we all went to the back of the carpark he got his cock out and Hilary got to her knees l could see she was doing it under Asian Sex duress, but still sucked his cock anyway, the bloke didn’t take long to shoot his sticky load and l told Hilary to swallow it but she spat it out, l can’t explain why but that really annoyed me the guy thanked her and went back into the pub. Sometimes foregoing sleep for days at a time. "Oh, that's Suzy, my older sister." I would keep her separate from the rest, no one would know she was part of my collection. “What the hell are you doing?” I snapped at Josie. I laughed, "She's my aunt, Mel, that kind of makes her off-limits." I couldn’t tell you the number of times I jacked-off thinking about cumming in her pretty face! What the fuck were these things going to do to my body? I asked. Then gently pulling the leash I was led half stumbling across the room and knew that we were entering her bedroom. Not knowing if she knew about the camera Hairy caused his stomach to churn with angst. She like playing with the cock and rubbing it on her tits was exciting her again. I grabbed my clothes and went to the big window. Feeling relieved you reply ‘Yes the engine blew and leaked oil everywhere, I think it’s completed dead, please can you help me?’ Jim looked down at my towel and continued, Looking up, he saw dark clouds were beginning cover the night sky and the moon. Every girl deserves equal time and attention, they are my responsibility, just like you are.