I started to get undressed first, while he got out his swimsuit. I asked to use his extra, because I 'left mine at home'. (good excuse, Dylan.) He sai... sure, but it might be a little small, and that he had used it yesterday. I said 'that's fine. I'll bring it back to you washed.' He dropped trou to reveal a hairless 9' cock. HUGE for a k** his age, but I wasn't about to complain. I stared, I had no other choice but to stare. It was outstanding. Shit. He caught me. He looked at me, I was. ‘Oh, I don’t doubt that for a moment,’ Hope muttered as she rummaged in her handbag for her keys. ‘Your keys: I saw you put them in your jacket pocket.’ ‘Why yes, thank you. Perhaps you are an observer after all. Goodbye.’ They shook hands and separated. Nash walked along the street to a bus stop. Dressed economically in cheap linen grey trousers, grey boat shoes and a pale blue polo shirt, Nash turned for his last look at the departing Chevy. Hope had neatly executed a U-turn and was powering. A small group of men emerged from the hall-house to greet us."My Lord, welcome to Aird Driseig. I am Colmgil mac Iain, the Steward of this place. Your progress has been made known to us so we have prepared food, drink and suitable accommodation for you. I hope all is in order?" Well met Colmgil. I see the stewardship looks to be in well-organised hands. My thanks, some food would be most welcome."We dismounted and followed Colmgil into the hall-house. There were numerous wooden tables, mostly. There was no protest, I didn’t want to protest. This was exciting and god he felt amazing. He started slow, I could feel every inch of him as he glided in out, I closed my eyes and just felt him. When he would push into me, we would hang there for a moment just pushing into each other, trying to take as much of each other as we can. With each hand he cups my breasts taking my nipples between two fingers. He leans forward and gently nibbles my shoulder and neck; he pinches and rolls my nipples..