"Gee! Hello, Cissy! We didn't expect to see you here!" she said, through short panting breaths, stubbornly gripping her legs around Ken's buttocks."I ...on't care what you expected. Get your hands off my husband!" Are you asking me to stop in the middle of a perfectly good fuck, Mrs Fox? Have you any idea how impertinent and rude that is? How would you like it if I were to come over while you were making love and forced you apart from your husband?" What? Sorry. What are you saying?" wondered a. Since they were seven, Lisa would carry Susan while Ginger would be bowman, Samantha would take Heather as bowman and carry the tents and the bedding while Linda would take Karen, the spare clothing and the foodstuffs. Karen would have wanted to be stern-man but Lisa nixed that idea as Linda was better at the 'J'-stroke, which was true. To make peace, she proposed that she and Heather practice her technique at the overnight site.At lunch, the group's usual table being half empty, Lisa suggested. It was fairly level here, though he'd been up and down a few hills already. The descent from the last one had been quite steep. Now the conifers were thinning and he saw a meadow ahead -- filled with wildflowers. Definitely a little utility bump from that.He was in Virginia on a seldom-used and obscure trail and he looked forward to passing the day alone, without running into other hikers. He had decided that the utility for him in avoiding others outweighed the utility from the more. She thought in self-depreciation.They stood few meters apart. A silent but deadly lull was in the air, one person was stoic and calm, apprising her opponent seconds before the engagement just like she was thought all those years ago, but her opponent was busy clowning around.“Whoever is standing last is the winner.” The man simply said and raised his arm.Looking at both combatants the man jokingly said as he wiggled his tongue, smirking at Ericha, “Time to get some poon.”“Begin!” The judge.