..” he stammers. He looks down to see the graceful lines of her back, the notches of her spine as they head downward. He can see her taut, firm ass,...the perfect rounds of her cheeks, and the tight cleft between them. He can see the way her body pinches I at her waist, the way it flares out over her hips before tapering back into her long legs. Her skin looks smooth, one solid color all over, as if she either tans all at once or not at all. He stifles a groans as his prick reacts to her, his. ’ I slowly nodded my head to agree with her. ‘Can you find your way back to the bike and your friend?’ ‘Sure. I’m not a total greenhorn. I’ve kept track and marked my trail pretty well.’ ‘Would you like some coffee and some food?’ I asked. ‘I thought you’d never ask. I left all the food except for some trail bars with my friend. I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to walk out and get help.’ I went to my trail box on my bike to get another cup and plate as she carried her pack over and sat. I got needs too."Alistair sniffed and bit his lip. A couple more tears formed in his eyes, and he looked at the two girls. "But ... but ... Abigail. Ah love ye. Yer lovely gal and ah wanna marry you."Abigail spluttered and looked at her friend. "What?" Ahh love ye. Please Abigail. Donnae dump me."She took a deep breath, and he stared at her. "Yer can'nae love me," she muttered."But..." We ain't," she said a little more forcefully. "It's over, Alistair. Quickly. Like yer." But yer stripped for. The thought that it would be a fab afternoon to catch the waves crossed her mind. But then she realised the tiredness behind her sun-blinded eyes. She hurried into her unit and straight onto her bed.When she woke up, the room, with blinds drawn, was almost dark. It was close to eight, and Jennifer feared for a moment that George might think she had changed her mind. In a panic, Jennifer reached for her phone to send to his newly inserted number its very first text, “I am coming. In 20 minutes.