"Well, I look forward to it," Sharon said. "After my shower."So with a little effort, we got all of us moving. It was slower than I'd hoped, but faste... than we'd managed in Albuquerque, which was good because we didn't have our own personal chef this time, like Sharon's mother had been then. The women didn't mind too much, though, and complimented me on the food. I accepted and slipped off for my first shower of the day, trying to keep it short so we could get going.The women enjoyed the day.. Our little camp looked so empty and forlorn. It had served us well, and now we were leaving it so that it could turn back to nature. Maybe some of the water molecules would make the long trip to the Gulf of Mexico.It was a beautiful day, the snow was good, and we were making good time. It wasn't long before we came to our first portage. We easily traversed that trail, which ended on a large lake dotted with islands. Traveling across that lake took about two hours. It didn't seem that long,. She wonders if they're going to remove the ball gag, to take turns fucking her mouth, and she wonders if she can suck off four cocks lying on her back like this? Will she choke? Can she swallow that much cum? She feels her groin filling with warmth again: how can she possibly be getting excited by the thought of having to suck off four invisible strangers? But she is, and she almosts wishes the gag were gone, so she could beg someone to fuck her again, for them all to keep fucking her while. She damned near destroyed me. When I walked her to her front door three hours later she asked:"Will I see you tomorrow?" Around four?" It's a date."Saturday was dinner, dancing and a bed at the motel. Sunday was an afternoon movie, dinner and a motel. Sunday night when I took Sarah home I tested Vangie's theory and found that she was right gain."What time should I pick you up tomorrow?" Oh I'm sorry baby, but I'm going to have to work late tomorrow." I've got something going Tuesday so how.