We began facing each other in a standard wrestler's clench. I figuredif I could flip her a few times and basically show her she couldn'tbudge someone...so much heavier, that she would have enough.She tried to put a leg out to trip me, but she didn't have the rightleverage. She tried to throw a punch to my head, but I blocked it withmy arm. I easily pushed her backwards.Claire used the opportunity of my push to run back to the ropes andbounce off of them towards me with increased speed. She. . "Well, if you really want to see them now that you felt thewm, here you are." With that, she untied the robe belt, and exposed her gorgeous breasts. "See?...no big deal...just a pair of saggy old boobs." I stood speechless as she said, "Well, I'm going to do a quick shower, then I need to make my calls." After she left the kitchen, I realized my penis had been sticking straight out the whole time, and that she had undoubtedly seen it. I finished my coffee, and decided I was going to see where. Eventually her legs became cold and she came out. She dried them on the towel that Steven had insisted they brought. Next he taught her to play Ducks and Drakes and she quickly became rather good at it, quite often getting her pebble to bounce six or seven times.There was a café at the top of the cliff so they had a sandwich lunch before setting off for home through The Dales. Steven had brought a map and they found a pleasant if slightly strenuous walk with lovely views. There were more sheep. ”“Ahh, that is the reason I hand you the classics my negative minded friend. It’s only after Goth became popular that everyone started singing about death and vampires and shit like that. You need to let…”“Rozz Williams hung himself.” I said giving that time to sink in before saying, “It’s still depressing and I don’t wear black and paint spider webs on my face and pout for a living.”I had gone too far. I was pissed and lashing out. Ian was trying to be a friend and I was being an ass.“Sorry.