All of it felt amazing, as I eased my weight from above her, happy as we cuddled and enjoyed a quiet togetherness as I brushed her matted hair away fr...m her face so I could better see her.I’ve always been an emotional person. Whatever others can achieve, I’ve never been able to separate love and sex in any easy way. And in that post-orgasmic shared closeness, I nearly blurted out loud the dreaded ‘I love you words’, only just managing to hold myself in check.I don’t know if Veronica is. Even some of us middle aged men in our small Scandinavian town do have an "Old West Club" with twelve members. Names as Wyatt Earp, John Ringo and Doc Holliday are magnified and fact is mixed with fiction in numbers of novels, films and TV soaps about these characters. But out there had been a large number of other today forgotten men and even a few women who did as heroic achievements as those more famous characters.Incredible things happened out there in the vast wilderness and surprisingly. I squeezed past him and, as I did so, my breasts brushed against his back. The touch of my breasts against his back and the cold air made my nipples instantly hard. I found the bottle of wine and as I turned to go back, I noticed Jason’s eyes had once again dropped to look at my breasts. I was instantly aware that my hard nipples would be visible because they were pushing against the lace of my bra and the thin cotton of my shirt. As I moved to get past Jason again he moved back away from the. “You know, spank my bottom.” Elizabeth continued, “It’s the only way to get me to behave.” I looked at her and saw that she was quite serious; her head was bowed, her hands held together in front of her skirt, the toes of her shoes turned inwards. She looked like she expected me to punish her. “Elizabeth, I’m not going to spank you.” I told her. “You’re old enough to manage yourself and besides, you should know that corporal punishment had been banned in all schools throughout the UK for.