Our initial target was the mountain. We walked along the beach noticing that it was steeper on this side than the other. I was carrying clothes for ea...h of us, should we need them. We had learned that our bodies could be scratched in some unusual places if we went into the underbrush naked.We walked for most of an hour before Nola said that is was time for a break. We had come to an inlet, or actually an outlet, for a stream. We walked along its banks but it stayed small. There were no deep. "Mike meant that as he said it, but, in the back of his mind, there was a small seed of resentment already forming. Jennie was calling all of the shots, and, for the most part, he was happy with all that this had meant for him.At some point though, he was starting to wonder if she wasn't trying to see if she could make him do tricks, like a dog or something. He didn't like the thoughts that were flashing through his mind when he started thinking about some of the limitations and demands that. I am so wet now. I slide my hand on your right side, starting at your hip, pressing my palm, slowly making my way over your sexy, soft stomach. Now it's just my fingertips making petit swirls over your navel, then up between the bottom of your heaving breasts and then back down until I touch the top of you sexy pubic hair. I tickle and tease your body. You push your ass back into me and throw your head back slowly. I try to kiss your neck so you quickly whip your flowing hair, exposing your. As much as I wanted to draw the agony out, I found my fingers had a mind of their own. My middle finger had found her depth again but as I moved to the middle knuckle again, she moved her hips and suddenly I was buried in her to the depths that our positions would allow. I became lost in her. Swirling my finger around to feel the delicious texture that met my touch at every movement. Knowing that every movement was met by a deep twitching of her muscles in her pelvis. It became a ritual. Long.