"Now would I really do something likethat?"His response was met with a middle finger by his friend who was standingas far away from the edge of the po...l as he could. Joe rolled his eyesand edged over to the plastic ladder, pulling himself up out of thepool. Grabbing a random towel nearby, he draped it over his shoulderslike a cloak and gave his head a quick shake like a dog shaking offwater.All of a sudden the lights and music inside the house had shut off, afew people screamed. The guys. Hook was not a man used to the idea of being unsure of himself and yet there he was, unsure of Tink’s love for him. He had to have her and now. Hook began kissing Tink and she responded in kind. The harder he kissed her, the harder she returned the kiss each driven by fear and passion until she was on her back on her cot and Hook was pummeling her girl parts with his prick, not unlike the gunner packing powder in cannon with a ramming rod. The difference was that Hook’s ramming was desperate. I guess it teaches the basics, and can even get you familiar with the movements required, but he says that doing it for real helps build real muscle memory. He especially wants to see us practice with others nearby.”“That makes sense,” I said carefully. “What do you think?”“I’ll tell you when I get to your home. Mind if I bring Katarina?” Walter asked.“You should hurry. Otherwise you’ll run out of time,” I said.“I’ll be there shortly,” Walter said. “I just had to wait for Katarina to get. People would do the darndest things when they thought themselves lost in a thick patch of secluded woods. Had they known they were being spied upon in their most intimate of moments through a pair of high-powered binoculars, they probably would have employed the protective screening of their tents far more often than they usually did. As it was, Jeremy found himself settled in a low slung camping chair, a Mountain Dew sweating in a mesh cup holder, and his binoculars pressed to his eyes as he.