He smiled and ran his hand through his hair. “I always knew you were a wild one,” he said with an ugly grin. If I felt turned on before, now, I fe...t utterly stupid lying in front of him with my legs open wide, my neck killing me from the uncomfortable position, the taste of my own pussy still lingering on my lips. He looked down and I saw his face cringe. “Oh, Sam!” he half-yelled. “You should have told me you’re on!”I reached between my legs, brushing the palm of my hand against the wetness.. Trying to read a map and drive at the same time is not recommended, especially in the tight lanes of rural England. A snap decision to bear right at the junction seemed for a short while, to have been the right one. The road was well maintained, with clipped hedges lining the steep banks that were only relieved where a gate into fields coincided. But, then the hardtop suddenly ran out and the banks that had prevented her from seeing any more than the road, also stopped. The view that greeted. Though I was still surprised that she came back. I always am. But back then especially. ‘But rumors hadn’t had time to really get around back then. And certainly public information was scant. So especially then, women joining the Choto Temple often had only a very vague idea of what they were getting into.’ ‘Although they were a very particular group, no?’ I asked. ‘Yes, they were, and are, women who share a whole variety of things in common. And that’s definitely part of the thing. ‘But if. Chen took the lead – he told Mike ‘this place is only about an hour’s walk – but once we’re there, you’re not going to want to leave – trust me’ As they followed the trail, Mike was enthralled by how amazingly good it felt to be clothes free – feeling the open air all over him, the breeze brushing his entire body, ruffling his pubic hair – feeling his penis and hanging scrotum swinging freely between his legs – admiring Chen’s gorgeous butt in front of him, firm smooth cheeks alternately.