Before long I blew my 1st load all over the place saying out loud "I wish someone was here to see me wanking my dirty hard cock" but little did I know...my wish wasnt to far away :-)I got myself cleaned up washing off the mud in a puddle, I got my kit back on n even before I was dressed I new I'd be wanking again in just a bitShore enough as I got back on the pathway to walk back the way I came I got the erge again this time there was a feetbridge over the M62 (there's I clue for you hehe) ;-) I. One lady was serving “Fry Jacks;” deep fried bread dough with local honey ... it was marvelous. She brought a hundred pounds of pre made dough and sold out by 2:00 pm.BBQ ... an island Indian invention ... had conflicting proponents ... Vinegar based sauces ... Tomato based sauces ... and one Honey Mustard sauce ... yum!Side dishes? Corn, tomatoes, okra, potatoes, carrots, peas, beans ... with or without bacon were served with huge spoons.Besides cash ... trade items were accepted for payment.. That separation, that net of safety was the thing that let their guards down. It also served to fuel their fire. Stoking a personal ache, a desire for contact, intimate contact that they both lacked and deeply needed. They both knew that this was most dangerous. Neither was free to explore the other as they knew they needed to. Their real encounters were brief, fleeting, cramped and perhaps somewhat reckless. But in those stolen moments they touched that pool of desire that they both wanted to. "Tell her to calm down," the woman said. Amanda noticed that the woman was naked and wet, water dripping from her long, blonde hair and tanned skin."Tell her!"Amanda looked over at her sister. Her head was still encased in a black leather hood and her screams were muffled by a panel gag."Sandy, it's me, Mandy. You're going to hurt yourself. Listen to the man and stop."Sandy continued to struggle and fight."I promise they'll unwrap you, if you will just be still so they can do it."Both of her.