She more than a little resented this somewhat petulant demand on her time and resources that the self-possessed novelist had made. She had little idea...how to track elk and Kincaid had taken her away from all of her other guests. But J. Harvey Kincaid was a patient man, a very patient man. And he proved to be a fascinating travel companion, as profound, humorous, and lyrical in his observations of what was going on around them in the wild, beautiful Colorado mountain wilderness as he was in an. "Well I want . . . " she hesitated for a moment looking for a word "For you to do . . . what you were doing before." "Well . . . if you’re old enough to watch . . . then you should be old enough to say what you want." "I want you to beat off on your penis," she stated looking me in the eye with a hint of rebelliousness. She sure was a ballsy girl I thought to myself. "So you want to watch me jack off my COCK . . . I think ‘penis’ is such a. I felt some movement I had never felt before when all of a sudden I feel the cock squirting a warm liquid in my insides. WTF, I yelled in my brain. What is happening. Did I just get fucked by a boi???? The only explanation I had for the liquid and the warmth is that it was actually male sperm and I just got really fucked. Now, initially I was really upset and I forgot all the sexual pleasure I had. Because yes, I also cum. I also had my orgasm which was stronger than other times and it grew. While I appreciated the solitudefrom a conversational standpoint, I was beginning to get annoyed.Half an hour later, I'd had enough. I spied the three of them off in thedistance. Billy, Sam, and Sarah seemed to be having a wonderful time.There was a break in the action at the grill and I simply took off myapron and walked away. I was determined to leave and nothing or no onewas going to stop me. I looked over at Sam, laughing and joking with theothers and felt resentful. I hated myself for my.