Helen applied a little pressure to Alice’s crotch, and she let out a low moan. Alice’s g-string was wet, and it was obvious that she was ready. Th... gown was discarded, and Helen stood up. Alice adjusted herself on the sofa, and Helen removed her top and bra, letting her breasts fall freely. She then pulled down her jeans to reveal a black pair of french knickers, which Alice loved. She put her hands on Helen’s firm ass and squeezed. She then kissed the crotch, revelling in the smell of pussy.. "Ten minutes maybe?" I guess," Stinson grunted. "This is just a royal pain in the ass." So are you, Stinson," Callahan told him. "Now just update your fucking map and lets get up that hill, shall we?"Going up the hill turned out to be the hardest thing they tried so far. The slope was only twenty to thirty degrees, less than the ramp that had taken them down from the ship, but the ground was uneven, with boulders and rocks strewn everywhere and loose, sandy dirt that did not make for good. I went behind the wall, squatted down, and moved my panties off to the side. They were a little moist from where my pee-pee leaked out. I let go, and a heavy stream of pee came flowing out and splashed on to the concrete. It felt so good to finally let it go. It seemed to go on forever. When I was about halfway through, I looked up and saw the bartender had come behind the wall and was watching me. I was shocked, and became even more shocked when I realized he had his cock out and was rubbing. For most of the way, there was a smooth path, a bit wider than the cart. They moved out at a good pace, where the path was fairly level, but when we came to a hill, the three of them had to lean into their work to pull up uphill. I marveled at their well developed thigh muscles as they strained to pull us. The slope was so steep that we were tilted back in our seats, and I wondered if my skirt preserved my modesty. A Christian woman does not wear garments which "divide the legs", and I.