They were some of the same guys I had seen the night before and, as last night, they were joking and sniggering about something. As I looked in their direction, I noticed one of them was proudly showing the others a medallion of some sort and my stomach suddenly turned over when I realised what it japanese was. It was Deryk’s Celtic Talisman! I was now worried and I desperately tried to hear what they were saying. Unlike last night, they were talking in English; not that it did me much good because their dialects Uncensored were so strong that I still couldn’t catch much – except the word “Storr”. Now I really was worried and I resolved to go out to find the path Deryk had said he was intending to follow to reach the ridge. I was convinced he was out there, needing to be japan rescued, just like when we were kids. With some difficulty, I eventually found the other path some way south of the car park and leading up from the road. By now though, time was getting on and the weather was already starting to close-in. It was grey and cold and the first spots of rain were falling. But I wrapped-up and set off, undeterred and even more certain that he was bukkake there, somewhere. I traced the path, noting the landmarks from the de***********ion he had given me the night before and scanning the rocks and bracken for any sign or clue of his having been there. The path passed close by a small tarn or pond fed by hill water from the ridge and there were the remains of an old barn or croft nearby. I was about to make the detour to investigate when I spotted something in the bracken; leather; a leather strap; then the unmistakable shape of a leather sporran. It was his! There was a small stream just a few yards away and as I cast my eyes up and down the gulley, I spotted the unmistakable shape of a kilt, now soaking wet and filthy dirty, lying in the mud. But there was no sign of Deryk. Stepping down into the stream, my heart sank into the pit of my stomach as I saw him, lying face down in the mud, completely naked except for his socks and his X-Men tee shirt. I was shivering with fear now, at what I might be about to discover. He was a pitiful sight; lying there in the shallow, rocky stream, his body last night tanned and strong was now grey, shriveled and helpless. As I bent down to touch his battered and bruised body, I feared the worst. I felt his neck; there was a pulse from his carotid artery – a feint one but a pulse at least. He stirred at my touch. “Mark?” he murmured, “Is that you?” He raised his head and turned, but as he tried to get up, I realised that his body was covered with large wheals and bruises, as if he had been kicked repeatedly, and his face was puffy with bruises, cuts and grazes. I lifted him up and comforted him, as I took off my coat and put it over his cold and shivering shoulders. “You came for me. I knew you would come for me,” he quietly sobbed, “just like when we were kids.” Tears began to mingle with mud and blood on his beautiful but beaten face. “Who did this to you?” I asked, as I used my handkerchief to wipe the mud from his face. “Those bastards in the bar last night,” he muttered, gritting his teeth, as if gathering strength, “I should have known better. They fucked me all roads, the bastards. But at least you’re here now.” By now the weather was getting angry; the wind had picked up and the cold rain was starting to come down quite heavily. And it was getting dark. I looked at my watch and realised that, in his condition, we would never get back to the car before nightfall and this terrain would be treacherous in the dark, even if we tried. God knows where his boots were – stolen I guess, along with his talisman and the contents asian of his sporran. Once more, I watched her drying. When we got there we went straight up to the roof top pool and grabbed some sun-loungers. She looks up at me taking a asian bukkake peek at my fresh haircut and speaks, “I like your hair, it looks all wavy is that natural?”. japan "Thanks Hermione, you're a lifesaver." She returned less Uncensored than a minute later and tossed Greg a tube of something. I’m sure they thought they were only sodas but there we were all drinking beer with not one of us old enough to do so. And did she really need to barricade her door? I didn't have to be afraid. Then fear struck her, that left Larry's nine-inch cock for her ass. Right? "So, japanese you two hitting it off?"