Shit. I was not up here freezing my arse off to be a hero, no sir. Shit again I said as I pulled a tracksuit on and ventured into the dark.A small fig...re lay half out of the stream trying desperately to climb the slippery bank. I grabbed a sleeve and assisted the now near frozen being onto dry land. It was a young person clad in now wet frozen hiking gear and about one minute from hypothermia. I hurried into the tent and quickly began to undress this iceberg. In the semi gloom I did not know if. It was a holiday for our school and that left me alone at home so I was free to read those magazines as I was going through one I read about a man shaking his dick with his hand and explaining how much pleasure he had. An idea struck my mind, why not I myself try it. I took out my lund and started thinking about my sexy aunty and moving my hand on my dick uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh I still remember how I was feeling, what a new type of pleasure it was and as that was my very first time so it lasted. She picks up the handcuff key, and instead of unlocking them she ties the key onto a loop of string, like a pendant. She puts the string over her neck, and kisses me. She mounts my stiff cock and rides like a wild woman. All I can do is watch the handcuff key and her breasts swing over my face as she gives herself four orgasms. She collapses on my chest, and I watch her rest. I'm glad I don't have clothespins on my nipples. She rolls over and cuddles against me for awhile. Bound, I have no. Lisa was positively hyper, the liberation of the open road like a stimulant that brought out the little girl in her. She laughed her pearly laughter as we raced on, occasionally throwing her arms up towards the heavens.I was glad to see the change in my daughter. The breakup with a steady boyfriend of three years last month had left her somewhat in low spirits, and although we never brought that up either, I knew that it was yet another reason - to get away from that two-timing sonofabitch who.