With out saying anything both of them know what must happen. As they pull apart holding hands they start to walk at a quickened pace, looking left and...right for somewhere they can throw the blanket down and connect. About five minutes later Jane notice a small clearing beneath some low laying trees. It was perfect, flat grass and slightly off the trail so they would have some privacy, just encase there are any hikers behind them. Benjamin takes the blanket out and lays it down. He lays down on. My hands delve lower and lower as his tongue traces along the inside of my upper lip. I force my hands between our bodies, sliding under the waistband of his saturated boxers. My fingers curve around his thick member, and I purr in pure, feminine satisfaction. His cock is a long shaft of vulnerably soft skin covering solid masculine perfection. My hands can barely wrap around the girth, yet his groan is ragged and almost desperate when I stroke up and down his length with both of my hands. We talked for a while, cracking jokes about mutual Hollywood friends and the like, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get the image of her nipple out of my head. Not wanting to seem over eager, I acted as if nothing had happened.Within half an hour we had moved out to the living room, where Alyson had kept the lights dim and had some soft jazz playing in the background. Alyson had finished her third glass of champagne and was getting quite tipsy, her words starting to slur a little as. As you remember, that is also where the path starts towards your cave. Come on, you should be very keen to go exploring."Alfred was positively bubbling with excitement. So I walked along the shore towards those twisted and gnarled trees, which tickled my curiosity even when we were still at loggerheads over designing everything. And right there laid a neat pile of clothing. Underpants, an assortment of ridiculous knee-length shorts, a couple of light T-shirts, a few long-sleeved shirts,.