The warmth of the malt nectar seemed to percolate through my body, as I gazed back into his blue pools of delicious and forbidden lust. “I suppose I shouldn’t ask what actually happened back at the park toilets that night – you know, after you vanished?” I said. His eyes narrowed as he screwed-up his face in an expression of pretend embarrassment. “Hmm – best not to really,” he affirmed, promptly changing the subject. “Fancy slipping outside for a breath of fresh air? It’s quite hot in here by the fire and it’s a lovely clear night out.” I was tempted to make a remark along the lines of his feeling cooler if I were to divest him of his Arran sweater and heavy kilt but I thought the better of it – for now at least. Instead, I simply nodded and got up to follow him, as the pleats of his kilt swayed seductively from side to side and he headed for the door. He was right; it was a beautifully clear, romantic night as we stood in the cold night air, gazing up at the stars and pointing-out to each other the constellations and their major stars; the unmistakable “W” of Cassiopeia high in the north-east; the brightness of Arcturus in the west and above us, Deneb, Vega and Altair, the stars of the MILF “Summer Triangle”; and of course, the “Plough”, Ursa Major, the “Great Bear” and its pointer to the Pole Star, Polaris. He seemed to recognize just as many of them as I did, and I was impressed by his knowledge and interest; it made me feel even closer Big Tits to him. A full moon glowed low in the sky from behind a few wisps of thin cloud. An owl hooted. “What are you planning tomorrow?” he asked, “Have you seen the Old Man yet?” He was hoping japanese I would misunderstand his ambiguous reference to the “Old Man of Storr” but I spoiled his attempt to tease me as I went on to tell him of my own plans. He nodded his approval and thought for a moment. “The guys I was talking to in the bar earlier,” he said, “told me that the ridge behind the Old Man rises to more than two thousand feet. It’s a longer trek of course but if it’s clear, the view’s well worth the effort - or so I was told.” He went on to describe the rather hazardous path they had told him to take from the road instead of following the established tourist path up to the Old Man. He dismissed my protestations that it sounded treacherous. “Well, that’s what I thought I would do, at any rate,” he finally asserted. The full moon bathed the surrounding heather and the distant glen in a soft bluish light, while our breath made little clouds of vapour against the night air. He started smearing the gel over and around the mans arsehole. Abby knew what was expected, and she laid back on the arm of the couch and spread her legs wide, resting one leg on the back of the couch. 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