Review Blog: BOOKWORM BITCHES BOOKWORMBITCHES.COM was impressed. The American woman looked good for her age - she'd told him she was thirty-six - and was definitely a lot fitter than he had expected. When he was able to, he was now stealing as many glances at her as he could, enjoying the view of her cleavage as she climbed and appreciating the strong thighs he saw below her shorts. He liked the way her shoulder-length black hair blew across her face with the breeze, and as they neared the top of the trail he found himself surprisingly aroused by his thoughts.
The view was worth it. "There ye go," Alex proudly announced as they reached the summit and gazed down at the unspoiled landscape of the valley. "No a bad wee view."
Anita looked around in awe at the deep greens and blues that were so vivid under the bright summer sky. It was one of the most memorable vistas she had ever seen and well worth the effort of getting there. The air was clear and full of oxygen again and she breathed deeply and started to retrieve her camera.
"Here, look." Alex grabbed her arm and pointed to a clearing in the forest. "That'll be a deer. It's no every tourist gits tae see one o' them."
