.." she seemed quite meek but was holding it together. "I should jump up and get dressed, but after what we just did, ... It seems pretty silly I supp...se." Not at all!" I assured her. "If you want to get dressed, please do. I don't want you to feel any more uncomfortable than you already do." She shook her head slightly and smiled."I really should." she murmured. "Get dressed. I should really feel uncomfortable." Her smiled widened. "What's funny is, I don't." The questioning look on my face. Then I unzip your shorts and lick my fingers so they are wet and grab the tip of your cock and keep making my fingers wet and pinching and grabbing and massaging you and make you swell up as I feel you … I make your breath deepen and you struggle to focus on driving … God I love how you respond to my touch. Then when we get to the summit, there’s a parking area and I assume its empty because nobody here hangs around in the rain. You pick me up and put me on the hood of the car while it is. It looked shiny as a pearl and it was so sensitive. That was my hot spot. Goose bumps formed all over my body. I stretched myself open to look inside. The inside pink was glistening from the juices I was creating by just touching myself. I dipped a finger inside.I was stretching myself with two fingers. It hurt a bit but it felt too good to stop. I needed something to fuck myself with. I looked around. All I could find was my round hairbrush. I grabbed it and my heart was beating faster because. " Montana is called 'Big Sky Country'," Javen told him from the front of our group, his dark cloak billowing slightly as he moved. "Besides the rugged, adventurous landscape, it's the sky that brings people here." The only time it really sucks is in winter," I commented, lifting my own cloak up a little so it wouldn't catch on a bush. "The snow glare is brutal. I swear this is the only state where dark-tinted sunglasses are required pretty much every day, year-round." I sighed quietly. "I do.