But I peed all over myself. And the sleeping bag. Help me get up."We got her into the bathroom and she got rid of whatever was left, which I suppose w...sn't much. She got her suitcase and brought the whole thing back with her. I took advantage of her absence to empty my bladder.Once we were sure she had a clean towel, I got shoved out and she took a shower. I was surprised that she was showered, teeth and hair brushed, dressed and ready to go within ten minutes.While she was in there, we had. And again after breakfast….and two or three times after lunch, and then hurry back to the room after dinner…you get the picture.Now don't get me wrong, I love to fuck too. But Bob has me worn out. My ass is sore and the old seats in my 69 VW Camper van aren't helping. God he's a sexy fuck, my sore ass is aching for his cock to slide into it again! Bob loves to top, and I love to bottom. We're perfect for each other.Route 30 between Tupper Lake and Long Lake has to be the most boring drive in. He was a petty tyrant with a few favorites.The teacher nodded, pushing aside a small doubt, sure there were better qualified men out there, phony interviews were common enough. In this school system few important jobs were ever advertised before they were filled. He headed for the gym where the long-time coach was packing his stuff into a cardboard box. "You ain' gonna like this," was his greeting.He waited, looking around. All the team pictures were gone."Them three big black boys, studs,. I was loving where his fingers were exploring, on and under my fur. But I wanted, I needed, to be eaten. We’d done some sweet foreplay, he’s been I me, but somehow we’d never tasted each other yet. And I suddenly became determined to remedy that, right then and there. So when his fingers started slipping deeper into me, I playfully whispered “No!” He rubbed slow circles on my Kat fur, while he wriggled his finger right on my G-spot, until my G-spot was just about screaming with lust. “No,” I.