We sat for quite a while on our separate boulders, dog sprawled between us, until the rain set in again with a vengeance and was nothing else to do bu... head back down as quickly as possible.Which descent – as Kath or Rosie or whoever had predicted – was ... impressive. In fact, what was usually a stiff but passable path was now mainly underwater, the cascades awesome in their power and noise. I could see Debbie getting really into it – the raw beauty of the scene, particularly when the sun came. It quickly got even harder than it had been the day before and he savored the feel of it in his mouth. This time he would go down as far as he could, not quite reaching the base, pause and use his throat muscles and then come back up, sucking as he did. He repeated this six, eight, twelve times, taking breaks to run his tongue over and around the sensitive cock-head or licking his tongue up and down the shaft. He discovered that licking the underside caused Buzz’s cock to twitch and became. It was hard to tell but sometime later I felt the brush of a hand down my arm I got the impression of someone walking behind me and this was confirmed as I felt his hand brush over my nearly naked ass. “What do you want? Who are you? At Least tell me where I am?” Each question was met with silence, I have no idea how long I stood there, but I had the distinct impression of being watched. By how many, I hadn't a clue. I heard the sound of slacks rubbing together, footsteps and the creak of. She was probably in her mid-twenties. No more than thirty. All I could see was her face, but it was obvious that she was slim. She looked just like Kate Beckinsale, with maybe a little Alyssa Milano mixed in, mainly in the fullness of her mouth.She was just gorgeous. I mean heartbreakingly beautiful. I could barely take my eyes off her, especially once she slipped off her cold-weather gear.Yep, I was a goner. Hidden beneath her knee-length Bears coat was sheer perfection. She was wearing heels.