The only thing that was a bit of a laugh was the local lads who hung about the camp hoping to get off with the female holiday makers. I had let a few have a fumble and a feel but no way was I going any further, after all I had a regular boyfriend back home. It was one of the locals who had taken me out for a spin in his car and bought me a few drinks in a quaint old country pub in a place with the silliest name you had ever heard. Widecombe-in-the-moor indeed, should have been called Widecombe-in-the-dullest-shithole in the world. After a couple of drinks clearly the lad thought that this was his invitation to get inside my knickers, which he was sadly mistaken. On reflection, perhaps I should have let him take me home before I jumped out of the car giving him the full benefit of my Romford vocabulary using words that would have made a docker blush. As the car lights faded into the distance I Wam decided that as it was a full moon there was no reason I shouldn't be able to walk, after all I was pretty fit and kept myself in good shape. Drawing myself up to my full 5'7" I set my shoulders back to thrust out my 34B breasts and took a deep breath, flicking my curly brown hair away from my face as I took stock of the situation. Looking up and down the country road I knew from when I had studied the map oral that the camp was four or five miles away if I followed the stupid anal country roads but less than a mile across the fields What harm could there be apart from being savaged by a wild sheep I thought giggling to myself as I clambered over the gate and set off across the field. Even shower though it was the summer as the mist started to drop causing a chill to enter the air and the damp seemed to permeate my bones through the thin summer fetish cotton dress I wore. Wishing I had bought more than just a light cardigan I pulled it around and started at a brisk pace hoping the exertion would keep me warm. It kept shifting into darkness as the clouds would cover the moon from time to time. I was about 10 minutes into my journey and now into the moors fully when I first saw the shadow as the moon was peeked out from behind the clouds. Just at the edge of my gaze for a brief fleeting moment, like a man yet hunched over as he moved with a speed and agility I wouldn’t have thought possible. Shaking my head thinking I must have been imagining things I heard the first howl in the distance behind me, a howl that sent a shiver running up my spine. I smiled as I walked around to the front. “You should remember this, Huck. I thought about the word, it was rude and dirty but it was delightful, it aroused me even more, “Let’s fuck together Liz.” “Licked and spit your lickety-split? A pissing plug and a vaginal dildo completed all lower Dragonfly fitness instructor's pleasure attributes. Knock yourself out.” Julie replied. I got the idea and soaped fetish up his cock and balls. Whether, in reality, the dog was really focused on an effort of giving me an orgasm or merely enjoying the scent and leakage coming from my cunt, the result was the same. I twined shower her hair around my hand as I stared into her eyes. I proceeded to give him the oral kind of blowjob that I like anal to receive myself….licking up and down the Wam shaft, swirling my tongue around the head, cuddling his smooth ballsack and even licking and sucking his nuts while jacking his throbbing stiff prick. The drive down here had done nothing to hurt how beautiful she was tonight, and I told her so.