We chatted about how nice it was going to be, living in a log cabin just the two of us and taking our time over doing anything we wanted to doWork w...s truly forgotten as we trundled away down the track towards our destination.Four hours later we arrived in Scotland and the first thing we had to do was to get a taxi to take us to our log cabin.The taxi drove us to our cabin which was just out of town and in a field with many log cabins strewed around the perimeter. We entered our cabin after. I rubbed it up and down the length of her cunt. ‘do it ‘ she whispered huskily. ‘what?’ I asked. ‘push it in’ ‘push what where?’‘push your cock in my pussy’ she said. ‘ why “ I asked ‘I like it . I want more. Push YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT’ she moaned in a begging voice. ‘fuck me’ I obliged, but slowly. I pushed my cock in her cunt slowly. It went in an inch. The bulb was in and she was tight. I pulled back a little and pushed in some more going in about three to four inches. She opened her thighs. Mynxie the goblin watched with a disinterested look as hebared his broad, dark-haired chest and well-muscled arms, and yawned alittle as he kicked off his boots and tugged down his pants to unveil apair of muscular legs. Even when he dropped his shorts to reveal a long,rigid shaft his goblin hostess showed nothing but a bored expression.'Jon' posed a little for her, flexing his arms and turning around togive her a look of his scarred back."Give it a break. I've seen you naked before, and I've. Does it feel nice?" I asked again."Ummmm. . . .Yeah." she said, as she turned away."Do you do it because it feels nice or do you feel that you have to do it because your honeypot feels uncomfortable and aches if you don't?" I asked."Ummmm. . . sometimes - - because I like it, and sometimes because I feel that like I have to." she said."Well that is normal. It is the same for men too. We sometimes get an urge to rub ourselves - - and sometimes when we're feeling lonely, and also sometimes when.