They talked about all sorts of "man-things." Dave and Michael both enjoyed outdoor sports. Both were avid hunters, fishermen, and greatest of all, pri...itive camping. Michael had taken Misti hunting once, just after they had returned to the states, but she went along just to be with him, so he never tried to repeat the trip. He did find out, though, that she was wild about fishing, and picked it up, quickly. She cooked the fish for them to eat, and made him promise that they would go again. The small town had two motels, neither of which was anything to write home about. But the biennial gathering made every other meeting at ‘The House’ as they called it. The food was great. The men all conversed about sports, talked general smack, and told lies as they gathered around the grill or dominoes table. The women gossiped on the porches or in the kitchen. The k**s ran around the endless expanse of land playing freeze tag. Then, there were the teenagers who were too cool for any of that. I could taste his precum in my mouth as the sweet taste of my pussy on my fingers aroused him more.He then pulled me up by my hands and I stood before him my skirt up around my waist, my pussy dripping wet and my breasts level with his mouth and he began to caress them and suck my nipples. I moaned gently...mmmmmmm which made him stop and look at me. I knew that I had to be quiet as we could have been heard. He reached to a locked drawer in his desk, unlocked it and took from it two thick satin. The moment is one of those that stands still. Water dripping from my forelock, my full-lipped grin and white teeth visible, my hands pressed to each side of the shower stall, looking down at you, sputtering, shivering, thin blouse not leaving much underneath left to imagination. "You are bad, very bad," is all I can say. Grabbing your upper arms, I pull you to me, and kiss you, hard. A split second later, I wonder what I am doing. But you are returning the kiss fervently, and thoughts of.