Mom had learnt mountaineering from her father and now, i had been learning some of the finer tricks from her. She had also agreed to teach me some ser...ous mountaineering, once i reach my adulthood and be ready to prepare for my own license as a trainer. Her partner coach, a young lad called anwar, wanted to quit after this season and mom wanted me to fill his place. It is very difficult to handle novice mountaineers alone in a rough terrain and i too was more than willing to join her team.My. I watched her as she stood there looking back out the glass door muttering to herself. I assumed that she must have had a fight with her boyfriend. It was nearly 2 am and the bars and clubs were just emptying out. She stood there looking helpless. She was dressed in a short, mid-thigh length denim skirt, pale bare legs. She was wearing black flats that reminded me of ballet shoes. Covered on top by a white winter coat that came down to a tight elastic band at the waist it was hard to tell what. In another part of the forest, Trink sat at a table, hunched over his cup of wine, muttering to himself, he didn't see anyone standing at the table until a shadow blocked his light, he looked up "get out of my light boys, I can't see the pretties passing by with you standing there blocking me view." he told Keebler and WindWhispers. They both pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at the usually dapper Trink, his clothes were dusty and wrinkled, the bow in his beard, seemed limp, perhaps due. I watched carefully to see him retreat from the brink oforgasm before I took up his penis again. This time Ididn’t let go of his nuts, though. I took them in myleft hand, continuing to massage and manipulate them asI resumed massaging his cock.Several times I drizzled more SlipperyStuff on him,keeping the action of both hands well lubricated.Several times also he showed signs of getting close torelease and I backed off, letting him cool down. Eachtime he made exhortations to the Divinity.