We were almost to the next cliff and I pushed through to the front, “go to the left side and start up.”I looked back and had a bad feeling about t...ose men. No one was supposed to be here except us. I pushed guys and girls to places to start climbing and finally turned to follow. The first few were at the top when the six men reached the cliff. One swore and ran to the cliff, “come down here!”I gestured to the ones above me and continued to climb and a moment later one of the men fired a gun.. ..” she said slowly. I dared to meet her eyes. She seemed embarrassed and I felt bad for her. I wanted to comfort her and to tell her it was all alright, not to worry.“This is a very small, tightly knit community,” she said. I nodded. My mom had said the same thing, before. I wondered what this had to do with her ... getting ... having sex. She went on. “A single woman, such as myself ... could have her reputation damaged greatly ... if word were to get out ... of certain ... acts she might. My cock was becoming uncomfortably hard in my constricting clothes but that seemed to end very quickly as my zip was pulled down, the belt loosened and a hand pulled my cock out. It was everything I could do to look straight ahead and ignore what was happening to me.My very hard cock was being stroked by one hand while the other took my hand and placed it under her kilt. She wasn't wearing underwear and she was quite damp. I knew what to do with her pussy and nervously stroked her clip. I could. There was a nest of pubic hair there and you could smell his manliness in his pubic hair. It wasn’t off putting but it wasn’t inviting either. I gave his cock a kiss and kept my lips in a kissing position and moved my head back to the top, right to the tip and kissed him right on the pee hole. I looked up to his eyes and saw the most incredible look of happiness I had ever seen. His eyes were half closed, but the smile on his face has been burned into my memory for decades since. It made me so.