The ceiling above his head was stone, and the walls around him were as well. He was in a small circular ... cave? And the entire thing was lit by the ...lickering light of a large bonfire just outside the entrance. He appeared to be alone, and he slowly, carefully sat up, holding his head until the dizziness waned. The cave was small – tiny, actually – barely allowing enough headroom for him to sit. As he looked around again, he spied his saddle bags up against the wall beside a stack of. There was something lurking in the back of my mind, flitting through the shadows, like a night patrol using all available cover. Somehow, I knew I didn't want to disturb that thought, so I started to tidy up again. By the time I was finished I wondered about going for another run, or going down to the J.R.C. to see the lads. I figured it was too late for a run. It would just get the blood pumping and I wouldn't be able to sleep. Going down to the bar, I'd probably end up at some party. .. at least while in bed!We didn’t have all night to screw around and the other heroines would be already waiting of us, so I couldn’t hold off my ejaculation for very long. Besides, if she wanted, yearned to get treated like a slutty joy girl, then I knew just how to behave. As a boy, I’d seen the way my mother had been treated by the regular johns she’d taken home ... and the way she even enjoyed and desired their abuse. Now, many years later, the chances definitely were strong that this. I took the girls out to the pool and got them settled, then excused myself to finish the salad and clean up the kitchen before joining them. By the time I had gotten into the kitchen, the girls had discarded their bras and were applying sunscreen lotion to each other. First Clarice slathered Susan liberally, back and front, as Susan sprawled on one of the poolside chaise lounges. It seemed to me that Clarice took rather longer than would have been necessary applying the lotion to Susan’s.