The two, holding hands start hiking ever so happily. Eric has been in these parts before. Unbeknowns to Ariel, Eric has a surprise, a great viewpoint...just off the trail. Leading the way Eric trail blazes a path for them to follow to this wondrous over look. From here they can see out into the next valley and deeper into the following mountain range. Eric pulls a blanket out from within his pack, lays it out, “Want to just lay down, enjoy the views and each other?” Eric asks. Without haste. We saw Big Fork – a town, sort of – Somers Bay, and Woods Bay, along with just about the rest of Flathead Lake before dinner at the Sitting Duck Saloon. We ate on picnic tables outside in the sunshine. It was relaxing, refreshing, and downright fun. The people who lived on Flathead Lake were a mixture of hard boiled, outdoors types and extremely wealthy Californians, who flocked to Montana for low taxes and relief from the overly invasive California government. They commingled seamlessly and. He then worked his way slowly up her legs, gradually getting closer to that junction she knew would be her downfall. He lifted her leg a little higher so that he could gaze at that wonderful Garden of Eden. Sliding his head along her thighs, he slowly eased his lips up to that spot that invited him to touch and invade it. He gently lowered his lips to her outer labia lips and licked them so lightly. It was like a feather being passed over them. After he'd had his fill (for the moment) he stuck. We want to see him sniff Madam Fairchild’s gusset, and suffer high upon the rope.” The crowd hushed for a moment, some sighing uncontrollably as Beatrice faced him in smug triumph.“Have you anything to say for yourself?” Her mocking smile at the gagged male had Crawford please the vindictive feminine crowd by grunting in fear and submissive excitement through the gag, incurring a curt sneer from Beatrice as she slipped a black satin cap over the crown of her head, her sexual enjoyment immense.