"Oh, I'm fine Mark", she replied, thinking that they could stay like that for a while. "You know, it's quite peaceful here, isn't it?". She wriggled a...ound until she was facing Mark, and they walked out into the clearing a little.Nancy reached around Mark and grabbed his bum with both hands. "A kiss would probably make me feel much better", she said, turning her face to him."What are you doing?" he asked. He was about to add to this admittedly weak question, but found Nancy's mouth plastered to. ” I let her hands go, and we laugh it off while she continues trying to hit me. I move away from her more until she stumbles into me to stop herself from falling. “You should’ve busted your ass.” She pushes herself off of me and hits me in the side of my head. “One of these days, I’m just…,” she shakes off her rage and smiles. “One more joke. That’s all you get, one more.” “Do you know how many times I’ve only had one more?” “Keep talking. This’ll be your last one. Trust me, keep talking. A heavyset teenage girl was brushing its coat.Randy felt his rather small dick getting hard with the idea of deflowering the girl. She's a little fat and rather plain, but has great tits. I wonder if I can get away with it. If I gag her and leave her tied up, I could leave with the fair people tonight and be long gone when she is discovered.Randy crept closer and was about to grab the girl, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and the muzzle of the gun in his back. He heard a calm, whispered. Based on his attire, I would’ve guessed that he was a construction worker of sorts, the type that spent the day coated in hot sweat, lifting work materials and was probably strong enough to pin anyone he wanted to a bed and fuck their brains out. Up to this point, I hadn’t really considered the ‘what if he wasn’t queer’ question yet, but based on his apparent interest, I wasn’t going to question what I hoped was sincere interest. We chatted a little, and I was right- he was a construction.