“Well, uh, I think that, ah, this painting shows, ah…” I fumbled for words as I shamelessly stared at the ebony roundness of those...tribal boobs. That chest of hers silently shouted sexuality. I was absolutely mesmerized by it, compelling me to stare. Eventually, sensing that I was making a fool of myself, I said,” the essence of man’s inhumanity to man. That’s it, that’s what its about.” She laughed. “You silly man,” she. Ginger got some beautiful photos of the natural wild flowers. She was quite the photographer, she did this only as a hobby, but was very talented at that. The hike was exactly what she needed in her life right now. She was beginning to feel as if there was not much meaning to her life but work and home. As she approached the lake, she was in awe over the beauty that surrounded her. She stopped and took some more pictures then headed down toward the camp site. She was the only one at the lake,. There were tears in my eyes as I sat listening in the empty lounge. I wondered what she would be doing, but just as had happened the night before, there was no sexual excitement to be gained from this inquisitiveness, just an aching sense of emptiness. And I still had forty-six hours to go.Good Lord! I was counting the hours until I saw her! The last time I had done that we had only just started going out and I had subsequently assumed that it was just the intensity of young love. And yet, here. I started pulling at the zip when the lad snarled,"Leave ya fuckin' knob alone.DO NOT FUCKIN' TOUCH IT,hear me?"Damn,what was he playing at?My cock was aching for release,yet here was this cocky young sod telling me what to do!"You get that scrawny twig out and I'll deck ya,ya got it,pal?"Well,given that I was on my knees in a confined space,and this lad had got his rampant big knob at the back of my throat I guess he had the upper hand! So I let go of my zip and concentrated on not choking to.