I could feel that warm churning sensation starting in my naughty bits and slowly radiating up into the pit of my stomach. I started to pick up my pace... gliding effortlessly between Scott's eager lips. I could see spittle in the corners of his mouth, and he made guttural noises in his throat as he attempted to accommodate me. "Stop!" Paula commanded, and I froze in my tracks. I was suddenly aware once again of the cold night air. Knowing me as well as she did, Paula had sensed my impending. My left hand strokes the moss as my right hand strokes my own bush. I have overgrowth of my own and I don’t plan on ever trimming it. My fingers linger on my lips, slowly stroking back and forth but not entering; exciting myself and making me even wetter.Now my nipples want attention. I ignore them momentarily. I need to travel more, and the walking alone will agitate them enough for now. I continue my walk, keeping an eye on that rushing river beside me, my feet extremely cool as I walk. ” I said as I began to undo my belt. I was so nervous but so turned on at the same time. I knew he would realize that his dick was monsterous compared to mine, but at the same time this was turning me on so much. I was leaking like a faucet. I stood up and pulled down my jeans exposing my tented boxers. Then in one swoop pulled down my boxers. Justin laughed “hahahaha I knew it!” I said nothing back. I just stood standing with my t shirt on and my pants fully down and my rock hard erection. Joseph’s losses were less but still substantial. Twenty-two men had died and another 45 had wounds ranging from incapacitating to superficial. Julia’s wound had been cleaned and bandaged once she had arrived in the city. It still burned but the woman who had cleaned it said it would heal – although she would carry a scar for the remainder of her days.The dead men were split between experienced soldiers and those who had joined Joseph almost a year earlier when he started his trip to Westmont..