I tell her she is welcome to take a shower. She hears this offer clearly and takes me up on it. I direct her towards the shower. She shouts me, says s...e can't work the shower. I go in to help her. The shower is on and she is standing in it lathered up with foamy shower gel. She's sitting in the bottom of the cubical with her fingers in her pussy. She beckons me in. I drop my gown and step in to the shower. I'm instantly hard and she stays sat down in the shower and puts my cock in her mouth.. Over the wind, broken in pieces, rises the sound of roaring tanks. I dive from Sophie’s humps and take cover by a dune. Sophie lopes off in fear and is shot down. I watch as one foreleg waves and paws at the air. The camel is the passion, the pain of the desert. ‘My heart belongs to the camel In his humps is a somber vitality Poured in by centuries of slavery He hauls his burden, but longs for the cloudy blue He howls with the fury of love His patience nurses the desert’ –Sabir Sophie calls. As she went down stairs, Michael had been to the wine cooler and found several bottles of Piesporter his mom's favorite wine. Even though wine snobs would have berated him for his choice of a white wine with beef, he knew his mother liked the light, dry flavor of the Piesporter, and there was no one around to impress but his mother. The wine had been in an area that was very cold, and it almost had ice crystals in it. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Michael handed her the wine and. . then suddenly, with the power of a lightening bolt to my gut.. It hit me..!!! There is an old, mainly abandoned, red brick Gents' public toilet building just over the hill here in the park. ... With that realisation, I was immediately so fucking turned on!!! I couldn't think of anything else besides from checking out the old cottage a few hundred yards ahead of me.. I already knew it had a local reputation for being a cruising and dogging area at nights.. not just the old building, but the.