"We're not going to be able to make love while we're down there, they'll hear us", she said. "What's worse, is that I'm horny".I was at a loss to know...what to do. I was enjoying our frequent love making, and I didn't want to go a few days without. I looked at the countryside going past the window, at the open paddocks and the bush, and decided to be adventurous. "Have you ever thought about having sex in the bush?", I said.She paused for a minute. "Where would we go?" she said."There's plenty. Two more companions were travelling with them. Colleen McAllister and Melissa Martin had begged to be included in the entourage. Whilst Colleen was simply eager to travel, Melissa wanted to meet some of the most eminent artists of the time who, as rumour had it, had been lured to Munich by a liberal and art-loving King.They had the boat to themselves, travelling the fifty miles from Koblenz to Mainz. Three men worked the boat and another two drove the horses. The keeled boat made good way. In its place was a slight frown, despite the light still shining in his eyes."I'm sorry, Holly. I didn't mean to upset you."I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, but my exhale was shaky. "I guess I figured I'd be the one to tell you all about me, not some online profile." I have a feeling those answers barely scratch the surface of the who you really are."A corner of my mouth turned up at that."But to even the playing field, the song that most represents my love life is 'I Want To Know What. My arms wrapping around your waist as I stand on tippy toes to press my head up to meet your lips, still smiling. “Hi” you respond as my you press your warm mouth to mine. So long apart, but knowing one another’s bodies so well. We press firmly against one another. I feel your hands work down to my round ass, your favorite spot. Gripping, and tugging you pull me even closer. I turn in your arms, with my cheeks pressed against your thighs, almost grinding. Your hands start to undo the zipper and.