. good... Mmm..."She moaned and thrashed. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders and I reached up outside her legs to knead her firm tits. I took her ni...ples between my thumbs and forefingers and twisted gently."Ohhh... Yes... Yesss... YES... YESSS"She came hard, holding me tightly with her legs.She slowly came down into after glow and my hands left her tits, caressing down her sides, past her narrow waist and onto her slightly flaring hips. I lifted my face from her dripping snatch and slid up. The next twelve strokes were, if anything, less painful than the first, or so it seemed. Although they were no less hard, I was perhaps better acclimatised and with the thought of being sucked off when the caning was over running through my mind, I felt I could endure anything. With my own punishment complete, Suzy-Jayne vigorously rubbed my buttocks before releasing me from the pillory and with my trousers pulled part way up, I awkwardly followed her back to the ‘schoolroom’ where I was guided. So off she went to the back room. Now it was just the three of us. We realized that we left the campfire going so we went outside to put it out. We stood there by the fire, the glow reflecting off our faces. It was so quiet out, so peaceful and romantic as the moonlight danced on the water. I pointed out the moonlit darken sky and the sparkling reflection on the water that we could see through the trees. It is so beautiful. "Let's go for a walk to the dock to see it up close," I suggested. So. This night when I went in it was quiet, there were only about 8 guys in the place and it hadn't got going. But quickly enough I saw a guy I liked, turned out he was a south african. He was about 5' 8", shorter than me, but he was very fit and well muscled. He was a natural blonde, and his hair was not shaved off but cut short, and he had no tattoos. I figured this was a guy who lives an undercover life as a gay, and has a straight office job by day. He had hairy legs, the blonde hairs were.