I swallowed a bit of my piss until I pushed it back into his mouth after which he swallowed the rest. This whole experience was so far over the edge o...f my inhibitional limits that I was completely out of myself, speechless to say the least, I did not know how returning to normal reality would ever be, how could I face myself or my peers after what had just happened and what I had just willingly participated in. I did feel an internal freedom not present before this, like a badge of achievement,. As he walked up the hill to the holding, he stopped completely in his tracks when he realized he was whistling. Frowning, he continued on, careful not to whistle or smile anymore. He sat in the lairds chair for Sup and stared up at the steps leading to the great hall. She didn’t appear. He kept staring until he saw Tilda rushing down the steps, her newly washed and cut hair bouncing a long as she came toward him. She stopped close to him and leaned down to his ear. ‘The lady does not feel. They paid no attention to the stares or murmurs from the onlookers. Don was heading to an area that would be somewhat secluded at the very least. An area that couples often frequented for all sorts of private affairs. Don had been there twice with other women, but not for what was intended now."Don't be sorry Don," Autumn responded, "I always wanted a guy to sweep me off my feet." They chuckled briefly before Don became serious again and buried his face on the nape of her neck. It sent chills. We holiday in the Greek islands twice a year and in May this year we went to Mykonos. I have always loved the film Shirley Valentine but have always thought that Mykonos was the gay capital of Greece. On the flight out this thought was endorsed by the number of male couples on the plane. However during our first week we had seen a guy in his early forties regularly and said hello each time and made general conversation in the bars and tavernas. One afternoon we were takeing wine in a beach.