Chloe’s face was lit up with enthusiasm. I was happy to follow a little way behind, watching her jog. She really was cute. She wasn’t busty but she was really fit and toned. Her shoulder-length slightly curly browny-blonde Hardcore Sex hair was just long enough to catch in a small knot at the nape of her neck, some wisps hanging down the sides of her face. She was slender, skinny almost, but you couldn’t see any bones or veins. Her skin was tight and toned and perfect. By evening we Hardcore were exhausted. We hadn’t stopped for dinner. Because we were visiting waypoints in different orders to other teams we’d often not be able to see any, and had no reference point as to whether we were doing well or not. But I think we were quietly confident; we were definitely pushing ourselves. So as darkness began to fall we stopped in a glen on a reasonably flat bit of grass not far from the trees and a stream. Because of the midges and mosquitoes we pitched the tent as quickly as possible and, after a quick toilet and tooth brush break by the steam, got into the tent and zipped it up. To save weight we were eating cold rations and we could do that inside. The tent that Chloe had borrowed from the Mountaineering Club was a one-man affair. It was basically coffin-shaped. You couldn’t sit up. We hadn’t tested it before we’d gone. In fact, we were lucky it was all there because we hadn’t checked. I think Chloe had Big Dick known it was small. Although we had two sleeping bags (of the thinnest lightest variety), we only had one roll mat. Even just laying there clothed on top of the bags eating we were touching a lot. Chloe laughed and said she would need my teddy bear suitability tonight. We had to take turns to undress for bed. I stripped to my boxers, relived that with the stress of the situation at least my cock was limp. Then Chloe wriggled out of her shorts and t-shirt and settled down in just her underwear, her sports bra holding her tiny little breasts tight and her big nipples poking through defiantly. I could feel my erection swelling and was scared Chloe would notice; she couldn’t very well mistake this for morning wood as it was just getting dark at night! But we settled down, somehow in two separate sleeping bags on one roll mat in a tiny tent on a small patch of grass above a small brook in a wooded glen in the middle of a vast empty moor, all alone, together. I was trying to not poke her. I had turned my back to her to protect her. We lay silently for a few minutes and then I felt her hand on my shoulder. “Olly” she whispered quietly, “are you asleep yet?”. I pretended I was. And after, all the running, the exhaustion of the marathon, we feel babe asleep even before it was properly dark. I awoke in the middle of the night. I was laying on my back. Chloe must be propped up asian because there can’t have been room for her to lay flat beside me. I could feel the tickle of my sleeping bag zipper edging downwards, the sensation like a spider crawling down me. Was Chloe unzipping me? Chloe was unzipping me. I could feel her breath on my ear. I could feel her hand slowly snaking down towards my crotch. I lay absolutely still. So Sam thought, asian they have a powerful one here. The seating arrangements were Claire, David, Bobby, me and David. "We need to talk," was all she said as he walked into the Hardcore Sex room. She was free! Just a small peck. With one hand she Big Dick stroked its red prick into stiff hardness while the other exposed its black hole. Any sex was worth checking out as far as she was concerned. I...” “Well no I didn’t, but…” He tried to respond babe but was cut off once more. Sandy moaned as she realized she now had to make it to the locker room naked. I love doing this and you love being down there. And he's got a delightful British accent." Oh fuck." Right. Okay, GO.” She looked Hardcore up and made eye contact with me as she licked. I knew it must be about 5 AM. The excited boy felt the immediate pressure of his young cock extend to its fullest in his boxers.