Your hips seemed to welcome further exloration by my hands. Your ass was so tight within my grasp. I ran my hands down to the bottom of your skirt and...felt the tender, smooth skin of your thighs. My body ached to feel more of your skin and I ran my hands up under your skirt to cup your ass. It felt absolutely wonderful.Before long, I brought one hand up between us to undo the buttons of your shirt. Your ample breasts seemed to beg for release and attention. Your breathing had quickened and your. The Vale lay far below, almost invisible in the thickening mist. "I bet the Wiseman is as gnarly and twisted as this tiny pine," I announced, grateful for the curiously strong branches supporting me, however twisted. "Young man, if you are finished resting," a voice drifted down from the next ledge above me. "I could sure use a hand." I sighed, loudly, and crawled out of my nest to resume climbing. A strange sight met my eyes as I peeked over the next ledge. A very large man dressed in bright. We can sit in the car in the parking lot and eat."That's what we did. We found a local chicken place and I went in to get a couple of chicken plates with some slaw and ice tea to drink. We sat in the back seat while eating mostly in silence and Red had her feet in my lap. Maybe both of us were contemplating what had transpired earlier. I actually was a bit ashamed that I had gotten so angry that I was ready to strike a woman. That had never happen before.When we were done, I got rid of the. When am I gonna have power again?”He would smile and make eye contact and then blush slightly and look away. “You want it fast or you want it right?” he’d ask. “I want it fast and hard,” I’d think, but I’d just nod and say, “You know how I want it!” He’d just grin.I noticed that whenever he was working down low– on his belly fishing cable, squatting making connections to boxes, or on his hands and knees looking for a dropped line – he was positively distracted by my presence and didn’t seem to.