Everything was tucked neatly into our backpacks. My rifle was slung over my shoulder, just in case we ran into an aggressive animal.We’d been hiking...for about 4 hours when the sky quickly became overcast with dark, heavy clouds. It was close to 4 in the afternoon and it looked like we were going to get rained on so we moved up the hill until we found a small nearly level spot to set up a camp. We still had another hour to hike before we got to our favorite fishing spot but now we’d have to wait. Heaty touched God and in a blink, he looked like a young man from the past that belonged in a place somewhere in the mountains of Scotland.No doubt about it, he was a man’s man. Being 12’ tall and probably 400 pounds he could move a mountain if he took a liking to the idea.His father liked the dress but chose something a bit fancier like John.The men were ready. John looked at the hand of Heaty and asked God for help on wedding bands. They appeared in John’s left hand.John’s boys had been sent. The pain had been minimal; a mere aching which was quickly overwhelmed by the rush of exquisite pleasure that consumed her loins.But she had only taken the tip of his dick inside her. The lascivious flames that were flickering in Melanie's belly were excruciating, and she had a burning desire to feel more and more of his huge log of flesh inside her hungry sex chasm.She relaxed her entire lower body and gave a whimpering cry of quiescent desire, dropping her entire weight on his upright organ.. Worse they have put two and two together and linked the woman in the photo as the girl who kicked you in the balls at that restaurant months ago. They’re asking for a comment from you……what do you want me to tell them?’ ‘To fuck off.’ ‘Be a little more expansive in your quote Mitch……we need to keep them on our side.’ ‘OK…..tell them to fuck off and stick their rags where the sun don’t shine….’ ‘I think I’ll just tell them that the two of you are good friends……you are good friends aren’t you?’.