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Tom realised he was lost. Hopelessly and utterly lost. And with the light fading fast, he probably had less than an hour to find shelter for the night. He knew exactly where he'd gone wrong; taken the wrong*track at that three-pronged junction a mile back. But there wasn't time to back-track at this hour. Press on and hope to find a field barn in which to spend the night.After coming down from university, Tom had rashly elected to tackle a solo 60-mile wilderness walk across south Wales, starting at Builth Wells and finishing in the city of Swansea. The hardest section was across the notoriously unfriendly Brecon Beacons. A terrain so harsh that even the British Army's crack SAS unit regularly had fatal hypothermia casualties on its training exercises.As he reached a mini-summit, Tom had a last opportunity in the fast-fading twilight to look ahead for any helpful signs of human habitation. A single flickering light directly ahead seemed promising. He pressed on in hope.As the light grew larger, he was just able to make out the silhouette of a tiny cottage, perched on sloping ground. He edged closer. Surely they wouldn't turn him away at this hour?The light was coming from an upstairs window. There was no sign of a parked car at the bottom of the slope, although a directional sign announced: 'Lantern Holiday Cottages. Follow way-mark arrows on trees for quarter of a mile.' He followed the arrows as instructed.It was a truly classic gingerbread cottage, esat escort with its slated roof sweeping down almost to ground level. The welcoming light he'd seen was coming from a leaded casement directly above the front entrance porch. He rehearsed a tale of woe, to deliver to the gnarled old crofter who would eventually appear in a nightshirt, wearing a night cap and holding a candle. He rapped on the front door. After a second attempt, the casement above was swung open and a female voice called out: *quot;Who is it? What do you want?*quot;*quot;Sorry to trouble you at this hour. I seem to be lost. I'm hiking down to Swansea and, well, I was wondering if perhaps you had an outbuilding I could shelter in for the night? It looks as if it's coming on to rain.*quot;The abrupt reply was: *quot;Hold on. I'll come down,*quot; followed by the slamming of the window. A couple of minutes later the front door was opened by an extremely glamorous 30-something woman: tall, slim, auburn-haired - and wearing next to nothing. Her floral print cotton dressing gown hung open and unbelted, revealing that she was bra-less. She wore the tiniest of cotton briefs, which barely disguised her large black bush. She had long elegant legs and was bare-footed. *quot;You say your lost? You'd better come in.*quot; She led the way into a tiny front parlour-kitchen and switched on a small side light on the Welsh dresser. *quot;Have a seat.*quot;*quot;Thanks. I'm so terribly sorry to disturb you.*quot;*quot;That's etimesgut escort bayan OK. We thought you might be local kids trick-or-treating, as it's Haloween tonight.*quot; She moved to the dresser and took down two wine glasses. There was a half-empty bottle of red wine on the table. *quot;Can I offer you a glass of wine?*quot;*quot;May I offer you something stronger?*quot;*quot;Such as?*quot;Tom reached behind him and fished out a bottle of brandy from his backpack. *quot;I never drink when I'm walking, but I love a tot or two of this stuff at the end of the day to unwind.*quot; He held it up in offer to the woman, who beamed and slid her glass across the table.*quot;Yes please!*quot; As she leaned forward, her gown spread open, revealing her large breasts with huge dark brown areolas.Tom poured them both generous trebles. He was about to re-open the conversation when the boarded door behind the woman was pushed open tentatively, to reveal a gamine 20-something blonde, wearing a revealing baby doll nightie. The bare-footed apparition slipped up behind the seated woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. The older woman looked up. She stroked the palm of one hand across the younger woman's breast. *quot;This is my 'other half', Fleur. I'm Fiona, by the way.*quot;Tom couldn't help noticing Fleur's nipples harden beneath the thin fabric. *quot;I'm Tom. Pleased to meet you both. Sorry if I disturbed you. Were you asleep?They giggled in unison. *quot;Err, no we weren't asleep, Escort etlik were we petal?*quot;Fleur spoke for the first time. *quot;We were tribbing, actually.*quot; She bent forwards and kissed Fiona's head.*quot;Come again?*quot;*quot;Not heard of tribbing?*quot; Fiona asked. *quot;Scissoring?*quot;*quot;Can't say I have.*quot;*quot;My, my, young man, your sexual education is lacking!*quot;Fleur whispered in Fiona's ear and the older woman smiled. *quot;What a good idea, darling! After Tom's topped up my glass.*quot; She slid her empty glass across the table to be replenished. *quot;Fleur here thinks we should give you a scissoring demonstration. Upstairs?*quot;After all of Tom's brandy had been consumed, he cautiously followed the two women up a narrow winding staircase, which ended in a cosy double bedroom, complete with an antique four-poster bed. The bedclothes were crumpled and the overpowering aroma in the room was on unbridled sex, imbued with a musk-like fragrance. Fiona quickly discarded her cotton robe, to reveal*her dark pubic bush, while Fleur's nightie seemed to have shrunk on the journey upstairs, revealing a tiny shaved pussy which she shameslessly exposed to the visitor. The two women clearly delighted in exposing themselves to the stranger, revelling in their wantoness.*quot;Why not slip out of your jeans, Tom? Take a seat in the corner and then we'll begin the demonstration.*quot;Tom sat on an old armchair, clad only in a T-shirt and boxer shorts, which already showed the bulge of his growing erection. Fiona and Fleur stood before him, kissing tenderly while fingering each others cunts. Fleur's pink labia lips glistened with her moisture, which Fiona gently brushed with her middle finger. Looking mischeviously down at Tom's erection as she licked her finger she said: *quot;Stroke away, Tom, but don't cum whatever you do.