I was so embarrassed, but the only thing we could do was to walk for help to the gas station, about five miles away.It was pitch-black dark, and I did...’t want to leave Elsie alone in the car, so we had walked about a mile when a pickup truck pulled out onto the runway. The truck pulled up next to us, and I saw that it was a couple of good ole boy rednecks in a beat up truck.They were ruggedly handsome guys, who looked to be in their late-twenties, and the driver leaned out the window and asked,. She thrust her fingers into her throbbing sex, and massaged her clit and walls. She brayed out loud, roaring her pleasure to the winds, and arched her back as she thrust more fingers inside herself. Mud slopped round her round arse and back, as she revelled in the sheer carnal pleasure of the storm, filling her brain with filth, wishing for a mate. She pulled one hand from herself, jerking in joy, and switched to the other, stuffing the first, honey-laden fist into her mouth and licking it. ’ Darren demanded softly. Clemmie seemed terrified at the request. She was visibly shaken. ‘Wait, Darren, she shouldn’t-‘Gianni tried to intervene when Darren stopped him but holding up his hand. Clemmie stood. She couldn’t hide the bruises on her arm and her brother didn’t need the trouble. She should not have come. ‘Darren, you’re tripping, and I’m out.’ She declared, as Darren reached her and the jacket fell down her arms. She was covered in black bruises. One name escaped his lips. ‘Robert,. As I was proceeding to the trail head beyond, there was joy in my heart and lilt in my steps. The hiking trail was reasonably desolate. I passed only a few fellow hikers as I prowled around that big oak tree I’d marked with a balanced rock before, and parted the dense brush that led to my mossy retreat. I nestled down in my unseen hideaway, my private Shangri-la, sipped a little merlot and began my reading. The molten sun filtering through the clouds that as fragile as angel wings in a robin’s.