My husband's face on my clit on a huge rock. We were at the bottom of a steep hill to a beach in Marin County. We climbed down not knowing that the Park Service had built a stairway to the spot. Here we were have a wonderful time and a troop of Boy Scouts came around a corner. We just kept going rather than make it look as if we were doing something wrong...cause we weren't!
Nice. Memories like that are irreplaceable!