Ben is an extremely sexual person and knows exactly how to please himself which is something i love to watch him do. with the thought of him wanking p...anted firmly in my mind i knew i had to do something about it. My french knickers were soaked by this point and so i slowly took them off making sure the drivers of the cars either side of me couldnt see. Hitching up my skirt i slowly started to stroke my swollen clit all the time knowing what Ben was doing in the shower. As i worked 2 fingers. Filling the billy with snow and then melting it only produced an inch or so of water in the can. Still, I had nothing else to do as I waited for the mutton, so I patiently fed more snow into the boiling can until I had enough to fill up the water bottle.Gabrain's face looked strained and he was staring at the meat in the fire. I knew how he felt as my own stomach was grumbling at me to feed it. I burned my fingers as I pulled one leg clear of the fire and hurriedly cut several strips of cooked. He wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the old ‘the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest’ adage, and some weird kinky side of it was turned on by the taboo nature of it all, and the fact that she was the only beautiful young woman in the world he could never have while most others would jump through brick walls to be with him. But he suspected it was more than that. It had something to do with the look of adoration that she had in her eyes when she was talking to him. It had something to do. His heart thumped like mad, unsure if this was a daydream his mind concocted because of lack of sleep. “Umm, ma’am?” His voice shook with the tension he felt. She took his moment of confusion to make a move and leaned forward and kissed him silly. He froze before returning her affection, deepening it further as he kicked the door shut. “I’ve got ten minutes before I have to serve the dinner meal,” he gasped breathlessly. His fingers traced along her spine to her waist, making her arch further.