

Two Boyfriends... The mountains always do something to me and my man. Every summer we take a hike and camp in the trees at the top of the mount. Something about the air, his tight ass, the way he winks at me, "come on, this is the place." We slowly undress each other, the sound of his zipper, the first touch... I feel parts of myself tingle and come alive in me. He strips me down, but the more excited we become the faster we lose our clothes. "Bend over sexy," I tell him. He bends far over and touches his hands deeply into the soft soil below. Thrusting, thrusting, I hear him sigh in ecstasy. The mountain air is cold regardless of the season, and in our passion we sweat and glide into each other. Every summer, my lover and I and our love making in the mountains...