"I won't have to wait for the rain to stop if I have to pee." It's just not for pee. You can do your poop here, too. After a while it will be stinky i... here, but it is better than leaving dirty places all around the camp." Oh, well, I can gather the leaves we use for that and leave them in here." Good idea. This will make our lives a little better. Have you figured out what is for supper?" Yes, I cleaned the badger and he has been cooking since our midday meal. Badger is good, but the flavor is. I run my hands up and down her body and squeeze her butt on the way back up. I move my hands around to the sides of her waist, and slowly move them up along the curve of her chest while kissing her. She moves her hands over mine and guides them up to her breasts.After a minute, she moves her hand down to her legs and begins to pleasure herself. I go back to kissing her neck, and she arches her head back. Then she takes both my hands and moves them down to her clit, where I begin to massage her. So when they invited me to stay for lunch, I accepted without thinking twice.I had packed my own lunch, but they insisted I join them for a French speciality, "baguette","foie d'oie" and champagne; no match for my dry sandwiches! They put plastic plates and cutleryon the table and even had plastic wine glasses for the beverage. Except for the cold outside,and the rather spartan environment, we could almost be at a French bistro.The conversation during lunch was warm and lighthearted, and the. . I don’t really know what had happened. I glance to the sink ... Then to my hands. I feel like I want to remember something ... Even though I have no clue what it is that I want to remember.“I’m not sure, maybe clumsy feet?” I sort of laugh off.I notice they’re beginning to look closely at me. Unsure why, but it’s making me uncomfortable. I smile briefly, trying to look sincere.“Again ... Thank you for the help, but I must be going now. “ I give a short wave as I press the hem of my skirt to.