30 am) Paul was at the bathroom.He walked into our room & switched on the light. He was naked!Paul walked up between our beds to within 2 feet of me... His cock was soft, but it was impressive. Mine is about 6 inches hard. Hiswas at least that, & it was soft. It was very thick too.He either woke up, or realized he was in the wrong room, anyway he turned, switched the light out & went to his own room. He said the next day that he must have been sleep-walking. We said it was OK, & not to. “Let me hit the boy’s room, and then let’s get out of here,” he smiled as they walked off the dance floor, “and go somewhere more secluded.”“Sounds like a plan,” she replied with a smile. “Oh look! They brought us some drinks to leave on!” Michelle sat down at their table and took a sip of her drink.“So, they did,” he said. “I’ll unload so I can reload and then we can go.” He walked unsteadily toward the men’s room and disappeared into the door.Rob moved over to the table and handed her a small. I would imagine a guy would secretly watch me humping the wall and then the next time I am there and would start humping it, he would jump out and say he caught me. Then I would imagine he would take his clothes off and start stroking my cock and then have me suck him to get him hard. Then he would turn me around, bend me over and fuck me in the ass for awhile. Then he would tell me to lay down on the floor on my back and he would put my legs up and fuck me missionary style until he shot his. But Demure had changed much more. It wasn’t just age that had changed her. A deep scar was cruelly gashed across her left cheek and forehead. Her left eye was dull, grey and sightless. She was limping on the same side. Her right arm was twisted and viciously scarred. But when Demure smiled at the shaman’s wife she radiated a look of love that was rare enough even in the days when they slept and made love together every night and often through the day. Glade choked and burst into tears. Even.