A little about us: she is a natural red head, 40 at the time and very fit. Her "C" cup breast sit high on her chest and are a lovely behold (and squee...e), but it is her ass that still turns heads; tuned by years of nordic skiing and skating - one of the "assets" of northern women. We've been friends and on off lovers since university and she was famous for her grand ass. I remember overhearing/seeing hearing a group of people that would meet for coffee, chat and review assignments every morning. His mouth dropped open when he saw my exposed breasts and he just stammered that I couldn’t do that in here. Lucky that Slim had zipped up already (lol). I buttoned up and the boys booed, but Jake (who I had all but forgotten about) asked me if I wanted to get out of there and take a walk. I agreed, and after a lot of good natured ribbing, the rest of the cowboys let us leave. I told my girlfriends we were going to walk back to the arena and if they didn’t hear from me in two hours to come. What sh- sh- shi-shit?" Guitars? Fucking guitars?" said the voice. "Who the fuck are you? Youfuck!" The hard object was jabbed painfully into the back of Vincent'shead. He began to cry.Sobbing, he stammered, "Pluh.. pluh..please, sir. Please don't kill me.Wuh- wuh- wuh- we just needed some petrol. Our van's up on the hardshoulder. We just ran out of puh puh puh petrol. Oh please, please,please..." Vincent tailed off, dissolving into wracking sobs."We? Oh I see," said the accented voice. "Other. It wasn't very big -- it was one of those abbreviated tub-shower set-ups -- but we were still feeling friendly and we cleaned each other thoroughly before turning off the water and drying each other off.By that time, a distinct thumping sound could be heard from the master bedroom, and it was no secret to either of us that Don was fucking Louise's brains out.Well, he had certainly earned a good fucking.They kept at it for an admirably long time -- especially considering that Tad and I had been.