’ He kissed her earlobe and sucked it gently. He felt her riding his fingers. Her whimpers getting louder and her hips moved faster against his hand... She arched her back and moaned. He felt her hand grab onto his wrist and push his finger in deeper. She clenched his finger inside her and rode it with her hips moving back and forth over and over. He leaned back and watched her, because he loved seeing her like this. Her lips parted, her lower lip bearing teeth marks from where she bit it, her. Finally they break free from the stifling underbrush to the banks of a soft azure blue lake. They are overtaken by the beauty and stillness of the lake. They look around and see creatures like they have never seen before. They take their packs off and decide that the sun will be setting soon and this would be a beautiful place to set up camp for the night. They locate an area a little ways down that is not so steep. First they take the blankets out and sit down to relax for a little while and. You don't answer me, so I grab a handful of your hair and turn your head to make sure that you are still in *some* plane of being, if not mine... your eyes are closed, but as I tighten my grip on your hair, they open. Again, I ask you, in a whisper, if you are ready to begin. You mouth a "yes", then close your eyes again... I release you, then search in my toy bag for the one implement that you've not met yet... in fact, you will be the first to feel it. I shake the tails out, and d**** them. As the soon to be solder got up to clean her tray, my wife (her name is Christine, by the way) approached her and started up a conversation. I was out of earshot mostly but joined the conversation when they both came back to the table where I sat.The perky breasted young lade was from Western South Carolina, was 22, and her name was Emily. Christine told me that Emily was shipping out very early in the morning, and really didn’t want to go back to her room because the other young lady that.