“No worries,” he says. You start to move back and forth on him, sliding your way over just about the whole length of him. I’m simply sitting the...e, watching you fuck this man. And I’m so turned on it’s not funny. I reach out to touch you, just to be near you whilst it’s happening. You reach for me to touch my cock and get me hard. “You need to get some lube, I think,” you tell me. Immediately I obey and grab some, putting it on my fingers. You bend over Rhett, so your boobs are right in his. When we got there, that adventure was suddenly less exciting, as we discovered that the downside of backpacking is having to carry a bloody heavy backpack. Our bed-and-breakfast for the night was only a five-minute walk away, but I was glad it wasn’t further.The three of us were carrying our own clothes and sleeping bag, plus Harry and I had divided up the small two-man tent we would sometimes sleep in. I currently had the canvas, whereas he had the ground sheet, pegs and poles. Poor old Ewan. "Yes." Isn't that cute. For being so brave to admit it I'll give something."She let go of my hands and grabbed my head. Her lips pressed against mine. Her tongue found its way into my mouth. After a few seconds she let go."Wow mis Erikson" I said a bit shocked."Do you want more?" She didn't wait for my answer. She stood up and started to undo the buttons to her white shirt. She dropped the shirt to the floor. Her nipples was visible through her pink bra. She walked over to my side of the bench. Wessex-beyond-Selwood was a wilder place. The towns were smaller and further apart and the landscape less hospitable. The land ran from the marshes of Somerset to the granite moors of Devon and the wild, wooded hills and valleys of West Dorset.This distinction remains to this day. West of Selwood, one is aware of the space. The congruence of Somerset, Dorset and Devon is one of the most beautiful and unspoilt parts of England. I am happy to say it is where we now make our home.Ælfred,.