Actually if the ladies lay flat on their back doing some fitness stretching and their arms stretched out behind their heads you could hardly see any '...ountains' at all, just some low sand dunes, as Rob like to call the ones from Kim teasingly. No need for panties either as the shorts were enough and were wide enough to let some air flow through to cool things down.They went through the garage, dropped the door down behind them and walked towards the street and turned right. They were off to a. Still, she hesitated and he whipped the shirt away from her, exposing all she had once more. “Go get that beer,” he said, “and bring me one too. I wanna watch your naked ass in the side mirror.”“God, you’re a piece of work,” she said with a scowl, but did it all the same.The cool of the night air puckered every inch of her skin as she climbed from the cab, naked except for her strapped heels. She picked her way over the patchy grass with her own juices cooling on her thighs, glancing about for. ? Evenclosing her eyes brings her no respite from the show, the ear phones taped toher ears pump in every moan, groan and slap of hot human flesh.? She finds her eyes dragged back open by herneedful curiosity to see what is befalling on the screen, be it a simple momentof a man and a woman fucking through to a hardcore bondage scene and everythingin between.? Sara?s own groans ofappreciation for the performances on screen squeaking out from behind her gagand barely audible to herself. Jumping. At first I had knelt with my bottom resting on my heels, a comfortable position most people liked the look of; but the captain whose name didn’t appear to be forthcoming had curtly snapped his fingers and ordered me to ‘kneel up’. So now I knelt, hands at my sides, head lowered to look at the deck, as we plowed onward through the calm waters. I was being lent for a long weekend to an old business friend of my Owner’s; he was throwing some kind of celebration cum business.