Zwar war sie glücklich in Camparillia, einem kleinen Dorf an der Spanisch-französischen Grenze angekommen von wo sie ihre Wanderung ins Blaue aufgen...mmen hatte, aber schon ab dem dritten Tag waren immer mehr Probleme aufgetreten, die ihr die Tour allmählich verleideten.Ihre neuen Wanderschuhe waren schon kaputt, Teile ihrer Ausrüstung waren gestohlen oder wie etwa ihr Zelt, waren beschädigt worden, die Leute die sie eigentlich als freundlich und hilfsbereit kannte wurden zusehends. Alex was certain that her bra was of the finest quality, even if it made her breasts seem less than natural in the way they did not move under her silk as she walked.He immediately did not like her. There was something artificial about her that just put his hackles up. Monique would have said it was his bullshit meter working overtime and she was probably right. Someone who took that much care with their appearance was hiding something, some imperfection, some character flaw that needed fine. Once there, she noticed something wet sliding down the inside of her thighs. Upon inspection, Sara realized that her entire crotch was glistening with moisture and it was running down her inner thighs. Her pussy began to tingle, causing more wetness to seep down her legs. Sara began thinking about what she should do to fix the situation.She walked out of the bathroom and back into her large bedroom, heading over to her bed to retrieve her toys she hid under her bed.She crouched down to grab the. " "Everything just happened. I guess it started when you were running your hands on my chest. That just did something. Actually, things were popping up and I was getting a little embarrassed hoping you would not see, think I am some sort of pervert or taking advantage of you." Molly definitely showed herself as the "hunter" in this as she said, in what was turning from her take charge voice to one of soft, demure, "I knew what I was doing, I just wanted to see how far I could go with you. .