." What do you mean haywire?" she asked, I could tell she was totallyengrossed in my story.I paused, I was trying to get the courage to tell her the t...uth, all ofit... While technically I told the truth to the guys at lunch, I onlytold half the truth... Out of anyone I knew, Sam would understand, I gotthat. I knew she wouldn't bail and leave me alone again... I wanted totell her... But... I couldn't... The fear that gripped me at the thoughtof speaking those words caused my chest to tighten and. He started to breath really hard and move his dick faster in and out of me, I was on all fours being fucked in a bush on a roundabout on the motorway all the excitement was overwhelming I loved it, graham fucking my tight virgin asshole was pushing in as deep as he could, he started calling me names, youre my little whore rob, youre my little bitch and love being fucked up the ass dont you? whilst pushing his hard dick as hard as he could in me, all I wanted to reply was yes, yes I am, yes, do. I turned and gave Tony a quick kiss. "Get me something good, you know what I like." When I came out of the bathroom the shopkeeper was sweeping up just outside the door. I brushed against him as I walked by, the brief contact sending a quick electrical thrill through my body. As I made my way to a booth in the far corner of the shop where Tony was waiting for me I could feel the man's eyes on me. I slid into the seat next to Tony and saw what he'd gotten for me, coffee and lemon pie, my. It was even steeper than I expected and she seemed to be trying to burn me out. Every now and then she glanced over her shoulder, and when she saw I was right there, raised her pace a bit. I was working hard, but my Boston Marathon conditioning stood me in good stead. We got to Snyder Brook waterfalls just over two miles from the start and over 3,000 feet above sea level and she called a short halt. We ate granola bars and drank energy drink.“You’ve hiked before,” she said.“A bit,” I said.“This.