She started to give me a luscious “back-handed” wank, my bellend rubbing up her palm and onto the soft inside of her wrist. “I can feel both of...their cocks swelling in my hands, I can’t close my fingers round Harry’s, his cock is that fat, and even though he is seated and some of its length is lost to the folds of his clothes, I am able to see a good couple of inches of hard flesh protruding from my pumping fist, this is rewarded by my returning to kiss him again” she’s building to another. The plan was to leave my car at the starting point in Stony Creek hike to Lake Wilcox then north to Blue Mountain where there was a lodge at which we would park her car. Two days before we were to leave I checked out the contents of what she was planning on bringing. More than half of it went onto the dont need pile I did all I could to reduce the contents of her back back and finally got it down under 20lbs. Making sure she had the necessities and nothing extra we haggled over a few items. I’m lying down on something soft. There’s a blanket covering me, though I’m not cold. I smell the faintest hint of vanilla, like someone has made cookies. It’s a barely remembered fragrance, one I haven’t smelled in years, but sweet and somehow calming and refreshing at the same time.My head aches like someone is pounding on it with a hammer. When I try to rub my face, I can’t lift my hands. I breathe deeply, trying to calm myself. Why am I restrained?“ ... adjust the dosage.”Footsteps sound. Kimberly is a tall, long-legged redhead. She's always been something of a workout fiend, and she got her figure back quickly after her pregnancy. She and my wife have been best friends since college, eventually drawing Gary and I into a four-way friendship. I'd always found her attractive, though her full, cupids-bow lips and little turned up nose gave her a "cutesy" look that initially made it hard for me to take her seriously. I'd always thought her to be a quiet woman, modest in both her.