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inching his zipper down. She reciprocated by slowly raising her top and slinging it aside, then shimmying out of her own jeans so her breasts in a low-cut, pretty pink bra jiggled in the process. She stood there in lacy matching panties and pushed him down using one palm. Not that she could have done it without his cooperation since he outweighed her by a hundred pounds, but when it came to sex, Joe always cooperated. He’d already erupted from the black briefs that stretched across his pelvic bones. She knelt between his knees and took them off.
    “I bet I know what comes next,” he said eagerly.
    “And you would be wrong. Switch places with me.”
    He did. “Okay, old school then.”
    “Nope. Down there, between my knees. I want some tongue.”
    Joe had a tongue almost as talented as his throwing arm, but he didn’t rush to the spot. He disposed of her panties and teased his way there, starting at the navel and working down until he arrived at the swollen nub already anticipating a good licking. He did his best, making Nell purr until she came with an unexpected upheaval that almost split his lip.
    With one hand grasping the short, black curls on his head, she said, “Sorry. I guess I need to make that up to you.”
    “I won’t last long, sugar. Why don’t you mount up?”
    They reversed positions again. Nell rode astride. Her breasts weren’t big, but they still had a nice bounce to them when he unhooked that little pink bra. He watched their rhythm as his orgasm built, then shut his eyes and let go with a gasp. Nell collapsed on his chest. Joe rubbed her back.
    “Reminds me of the first time we made love. You got right up on top and stayed there.” He’d long learned to replace the word “fucked” with “made love”. It worked so much better with women. The two of them lay there, lazy and half-asleep until a sunbeam penetrated the window and a passing tourist heading for the lodge shielded her son’s face from the sight.
    “Hey, the sun is out. Guess we should have closed the curtains, but I mean who knew when the blizzard would end.” Joe put on his briefs and went to the window. “Tink, you gotta see this, cher. ”
    Nell got completely dressed before standing up and going to his side. The Grand Canyon capped in snow spread out before them. Small, bristly pines growing in crevices lent the scene a Christmas card look with their white branches. The late afternoon sun bought out bands of pink, gold and purple in the rocks, and every cranny glistened with snowflakes. A college girl passed on the footpath and eyed Joe’s muscular body up and down. Nell ripped the curtains shut, trading one nice view for another.
    “Joe, we need to take pictures for the kids. Get dressed right now—all the way dressed.”
    They bundled up and went out into the frigid air, slipped and slid to the best overlook in their athletic shoes, and took a bunch of pictures to put on their laptop in the evening when they had a Skype session planned with their family. After that, a raid of the souvenir shop for trinkets for the kids. Nell picked out Zuni fetishes appropriate for each child, a black bear for Dean, a red fox for Tommy, and two cute but not quite identical jet ravens with red berries in their beaks for their twin girls.
    Joe sorted through stacks of T-shirts hoping to find one that said “We Did It at the Grand Canyon” without any luck. He asked the middle-aged sales clerk who said the National Park Service did not stock things like that and to try one of the shops outside the park, maybe one of the biker places. Given such a casual response, he suspected she’d been asked the question many times. He and Nell mushed to the rustic lodge for hot chocolate to drink before the vast fireplace and stayed on for dinner.
    On the way back to their cabin, they took more digital photos of the moon over the snowy, glowing canyon and loaded them all immediately into their laptop to send home. Allowed to stay up late because