I pulled up my phone and marked our off-trail departure with a dot, so we could know where to come back. Redtube No point in playing Boy Scout and getting lost without knowing where to go later. You yielded your head back as my lips met yours, tasting your salty skin, my tongue lightly hunting for yours and finally meeting it. I helped you lower your shorts, which were tight against your sweaty legs. I looked away and found a deer trail to follow westward. The cool breeze whistled thru the treetops and gave my sweaty body a sudden chill. I moaned, and instinctively gripped the back of your head, feeling your thick braids where they joined, gently guiding you up and down. My mind wondered thinking how early people had found out whether or not any of them were edible, sometimes
