kethael1971

morning’s bitter cold bite. He stirs the coals of last night’s fire and adds more wood. He stokes a good fire; rubbing his hands in the growing warmth. He takes a pot and gets fresh water from a jug and puts the pot in the fire to boil the water. He turns to her and wonders what it is she is dreaming. He stares at her; noticing her nipples through the material of her flimsy t-shirt. She is cold from the morning air and she is obviously having a deeply arousing dream, for she is moaning and squirming. He notices a coy little smirk on her lips. He grins. He takes the skillet and begins to make breakfast. He is cooking eggs and bacon over the open flames and turns to make certain she is not disturbed. He