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Fortunately so did Cindy!As we reached the room, Cindy sat on the edge of the bed, and asked me to help her undress, wasn’t about to refuse, I slid her shoes off slowly, and rubbed her feet a little, then she asked me to unzip her dress, she stood up, turned round and as I slid the zip down she pushed her bottom towards my crotch, I slid her dress down and she stepped out and turned around, looked at my cock and said “I think you need some help undressing as well” with that she pulled my trousers down and grabbed at my cock. Cindy got to her knees and was sucking my cock before I knew what was happening, my god did she know what she was doing, but I wasn’t going to let her suck al night. As Cindy was wearing layered nylons I wanted to get my head between her legs and taste her pussy through those tights.Cindy appeared to be enjoying her treatment I climbed onto the bed properly, and made Cindy sit astride my face, so I could fully see to her needs. It didn’t take too long for Cindy. Though I hadn't been so pleased when the big coffee she'd treated me toat a motorway service stop transformed itself into bladder urgency in aparticularly exposed section of fell."Not so cool having a bejingo now, is it, princess?" she grinned,keeping watch as I adopted an undignified squat behind a wall."Still cool." Shit, somebody's coming!" she called when I was in mid-flood. "Onlyjoking." Bitch!" I'll make a squaddie of you yet, Pippa." Can't wait."But I kissed her anyway - I got a little glow each time she called me'princess' or 'Pippa'. She kissed me back.Nina did her best to distract - she claimed to have been walking inCumbria since she'd been an egg, which I took to mean her Mum had been akeen walker too - so she made a distracting tour guide. Even so, eventsin my knickers (underpants didn't fit comfortably without the requiredtackle) pulled my thoughts away from the scenery - glorious, even in lowcloud and drizzle.We sat, back to back, on a rock and sharing a Scotch Egg.
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