She looked down at her feet, partly in order to avoid the stares of her fellow travellers. Bit by bit, she was getting to like that toenail varnish! I...t least it WAS covering of a sort, and she was getting in increasingly short supply of that! The more she looked down at those fine unblemished feet, the more she remembered her childhood, when they had been uncovered from one year's end to the next. Why had she become so inhibited these past few years?After today with all its adventures, some of. She had some vague idea of what happened when her father dragged her mother into their bedroom and slammed the door. The noises that came from the room had scared her sometimes. And, later, when her mother came out of the bedroom, her eyes were often red, as if she'd been crying.But the noises her mother was making right now didn't sound like she was in pain or sad in the least. They were tiny noises, but they were happy noises.Bella somehow knew what she needed, even though she had only rarely. I couldn't get over how good it felt and mainly how warm it was. A million thoughts raced through my mind, what if I cum to quickly? What if I cum inside? I just thought breath deeply and try to last. It felt amazing her sliding up and down my shaft with increasing speed. Her moans got louder as she continued. Finally just startling to slam her pussy down on my cock. She continued to buck as we fucked for a while. I was enjoying it so much and just remembering to breath deep. She continues to. My saddlebag is lying on top of a large smooth rock. I bend over and start to put my things in order knowing that my ripped panties do not cover my pussy, which is completely visible to you. I sense you come up behind me. You put a hand on my bottom. I jump involuntarily at your touch, but I don’t move. “Oh that’s so nice, such a firm shapely bottom”. I place my hands on the rock to steady myself. Encouraged by my stillness, your hand roams all over my ass; then you slip it between my cheeks to.