She tries to touch herself but then remembers that she's still tied to the bed. She wants him so badly to come down and take her again. She misses how...his soft lips kiss down her neck, the way he massages her breasts and how his fingers play with her hard nipples. She wants him to be inside of her again. She gets more turned on by the idea that he does exactly what he wants with her. She loves the idea that she is completely helpless and that her body belongs to him. She hears footsteps. Here it is, Sarah.’ ‘Thank you.’ Sarah moved down inside the bag. I thought she was going to cut the bonds holding my arms and hands. Instead she pulled at the nylon covering my erection and slashed across it. My eyes opened wide in surprise. Sarah moved up again and pushed the knife out of the sleeping bag. She gave a contented sigh as she pushed herself down on my erection. ‘SARAH!’ I yelled. ‘Shut up and enjoy,’ she said pressing a hand over my mouth. I rolled my eyes towards Maureen for. He's the one who thinks constantly about getting laid and he's convinced that he's got to look good to score. It was that impatient teenager in me that was so ungracious and pouting."I'll try to be quick, Billy. This is right up your alley and I know you'll be glad I consulted with you."It was as if Jean knew about the several personalities that resided in my head and knew just what to say. The adolescent brightened right up, thinking his manly knowledge was being sought. "Sure, kid. Take your. From the eastern face of the bluff a waterfall drops straight down some eightyfeet onto the rocks below then follows it's time worn path down into the valley.It has always been called the "Burn of Mourning". A half-mile further down below the bluff the two burns meld into a streamthat runs its course toward our village. It is dammed at the northern edgeof the village to form our millpond that lies just above the village green. The name "The Mound" isn't for the bluff itself but rather for.