Minutes went by and Ben started to moan. Ceras was slowly sliding her mouth over his cock, back and forth. Ben's breathing quickened and we could tell...it was his time. He pushed Ceras back on her haunches.Ceras dutifully opened her mouth wide and stared up at him while he took his cock in his right hand and started pumping. The tip was inches from her waiting mouth and he was trying not to accidentally bump her teeth with his fist as he masturbated his cock."Here it comes, Ceras!" Ben. "So Tom, what's the wager on our game?" "Ummm, I dunno, what do you want it to be?" "Let's see how it goes." I knocked in a second ball then missed on the next. Tom took over and shot a couple. "It's a pretty close game, did you decide on the wager yet?" "Not yet, but I will. Another drink?" "Sure, let me get us a round." He returned with the drinks. It was his turn to shoot. When he bent over to aim I ran the thick end of my stick against the crack of his ass when no one was. After a long day on the road, we planned to find a cheap hotel and settle in for the night. However, cheap hotels were not to be found and, after searching, the only place available was a chalet in Denali National Park. Thomas got us a room with two beds and we quickly collapsed on our respective beds, exhausted. After a time, Thomas mentioned that his shoulders were bothering him. I’m trained in massage and I offered to work on his shoulders. He came over to my bed and I massaged his. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. The weights seemed to get heavier every time I lifted them. Up. Down. Up. Down. I began to breathe harder as I lifted the bar over and over, worried that my arms would eventually give out and the steel bar and the heavy weights on the ends would come crashing down on me. I didn’t have a spotter since I usually prefer to work out alone. All I needed was my iPod and a bottle of Gatorade and I could work out for hours by myself. I’m Jennifer. I’m not very much of a.