He grabbed my hand and put it back on his cock. I wrestled it away, and he grabbed my other arm and pulled me harder towards him. I dropped my head t... shield myself from accidentally getting hit, when his other hand grabbed the back of my head. The next thing I knew his cock was against my face. He rubbed it across my cheek a few times as we struggled. His free leg pressed against my arm, preventing it from protecting my face, as my other arm was held by his hand. He was laughing, we both. If she noticed she did not say anything. We continued our stop and go routine down the mountain and I furiously pounded my drink.After a few minutes, she turned her head and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"I responded with the truth. "I am great except my hands are freezing." They were outside the sleeping bag and one hand was holding a drink we were sharing and the other was getting buffeted by the wind whenever Matt rolled down the windows.Mrs. James pulled my hands under the sleeping bag and. Her big breasts pressed eagerly at the front zip and her bottom and hips made their presence felt lower down. I found myself thinking it must be like some sort of fragrant, humid oasis in there.Her lower legs were substantial, and one could only guess what her thighs were like.I saw her drop a tray of coffee cups once and as she knelt to pick it up she said "Fuck," and then looked at me and added, "please."She lived in one of the staff houses - The Convent - the one for girls. I didn't live in. I’d thought about shaving sometimes, and I figured, as long as I’m here in the tub —I smelled like lavender when I toweled off. I keep my hair short, and it didn’t take long to spike it up again with the hand-dryer. I put on my crimson nightgown, which covered me like a choir robe from my neck to my feet. It didn’t feel at all modest, though. It was loose and airy, and, strange to say, it made me more aware of my body than I was in the bath. I was especially distracted by my newly shaved pussy..