I pulled the duvet a little more so I could see the flare of her hips and her sparsely downed pubes. Then to top it off, her shapely legs that went on...forever. As I completed my survey I noticed her eyes were open and she was looking at me."Do you like what you see?" she said, her eyes smiled at me, bring light into my world."Not bad," I conceded."Yeah right," she giggled, making her perfect breasts move delightfully.I reached out to touch, her eyes closed and a small sound left her mouth.. Pretty close to camp I found a downed cedar tree that had pulled up its root ball as it fell. I harvested a few handfuls of dried twigs then used my little axe to bash away at the root ball until most of the dirt fell away. I chopped free a good arm full of the resin-bearing root cores that were inside the rotting bark. Fatwood. It's like nature's gasoline. I also skived off a sheet of bark to use as a stage to lay our fire on and to use as a camp table. That damned SAS survival guide was like. This was not one of her normal bars so she was not worried about running into anyone she knew. After the second pass with her eyes she saw him, or who she thought was him.When his eyes met hers she knew it was him. As soon as there was eye contact he averted his eyes. That was a good sign if his posting was real. He may already be in the part he wants to play, and this was just one more step in what she was going for or what she thought she needed to make herself feel better about her job.“You. I could see her pussy lips faintly outlined through her petticoat. Her lovely behind was a foot away from my face! I immediately became hard, and couldn’t believe how good she looked. She seemed to realize this and righted herself and pulled at her tight panties a bit (I guess she had wedgies). She flushed a little and looked at me with her eyes wide, knowing what I must be thinking. She giggled and then smiled at me, then, clearly embarrassed, went to put her young son to bed. I went into the.