"Well, let's get unloaded and started on the orientation." Al said as he stood in front of where the rafts were nosed into the bank."OK, folks, looks ...ike this is home for the night," he told them. "There's a nice hike out of here up that side canyon, it takes us up to a nice overlook of the camp and the river. It's iffy enough that we want to do it before it gets dark, but we'll have some time before supper to go take a look. Now, I know a couple people here that have done this trip before, so. He said it had taken three days to get a river, so looking at maps, I could work out potentially which rivers they might be and so on. It took a while, but I was pretty sure I had the approximate location of where tomb was. It was literally carved into a cliff face, with a face on it. It was all covered in creepers and the original expedition only found it because there had been a forest fire a month before, and the creepers had burned away."Marcus stopped the flow of words for a moment, got up. The old lady opened her front door then shouted at us, "Are you perverts fucking on the God damn front lawn again? You should be ashamed of yourselves! Your whole family is going to burn in Hell! Stop right now, or I am going to call the Police!"Michael suddenly stopped and I could tell that he was ejaculating inside Mom. He waited a few moments then pulled his cock our of her and stood up. Mom and I gathered up the blankets and drink glasses then we went inside the house and turned off the. Samantha was an interesting and exciting woman. We liked the same things; Kubrick was the greatest director, Walton the finest symphonist, Syrah the best wine. She and I seemed like the same person. She always seemed to know exactly what to say to make me feel better. Then she started to flirt, just a little. I assumed she was across the country. Hell, she could have been in another country for all I knew. I flirted back. Then one day she sent me a fantasy. A very graphic fantasy. One that.