Don’t stop, baby.’ The need in her voice, the desire brimming from those beautiful eyes, is more than I can stand. I only pray that what we’re ...bout to do won’t ruin our friendship because I just can’t stop. I want her too much. Reaching over, I practically rip the keys from the ignition. Placing my hands under her ass cheeks, I gruffly order her to hold on. She drapes her arms over my shoulders and buries her face in my neck. Not bothering with anything else, not caring, I head back to the. Grandfather still believed in "spare the rod, spoil the child". So he would whack anyone touching his cup unless it was to refill his ceramic smile mug.By Friday afternoon the field looked like a church chautauqua, not a family reunion. Lisa and I moved between campsites welcoming everybody and checking if they had all they needed for the week. We met up occasionally for a quick peck or pat then off again to the next camp. As the sun eased down behind the western rim of the valley Lisa and I. I point to the empty chair next to my own and mouth, “Sit.” He obeys. His arm brushes against mine as he plops down on the couch. He has a tall glass of scotch in his hand and he’s chewing on the ice with a sexy grimace that makes my mouth water. “I don’t like crowds,” he says. “Me neither.” “I’m antisocial,” he says, laughing a little, “and Hollywood actors can’t afford to be antisocial. Are you antisocial, Karla?” “No, don’t think I am.” He laughs affectionately. “I take it you don’t like. Juan was sweet, romantic, perfect when I just wanted a simple fuck. Yann was cross-dressing more often, but somehow stayed masculine no matter how girly he dressed. Sean confessed to a fetish for fucking in public places so he and I had been working our way around the city. Ivan just liked big; although, he still getting used to my fist. The Twins, we discovered, couldn't even get it up if they weren't together; together or not though, they were cum-whores. They did get earrings, small ones;.