"I sat silently. I decided to go along with whatever she wanted to do. I didn't want to piss her off, not while she had me tied up like this.Susan sto...d in front of me. "It's been a while since you've seen me naked. Do you miss me?" Yes." I bet you'd like me to take off my clothes, wouldn't you?" Yes." I didn't know what answer she wanted, so I might as well be honest."Maybe later. Right now I'm going to watch some TV." Susan sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. I could hear it, but I was. What they wanted were slogans and an easily digestible message. And the Plastic Ono Band from a century and a half ago, mashed up with Psychlone's own skronky beats and the insistent sampled growl of Captain Beefheart was sufficiently catchy and percussive to be both danceable and on point."All we are saying is..." Psychlone yelled into the mike."Give Peace a Chance," echoed the crowd, totally ignorant of the political context of the 1960s and the United States of America's futile war in. And now she had come to a small stream and a beautiful waterfall. The water was cool and inviting. She hadn’t brought a suit. She was torn by her desire to swim and her modesty. She finally rationalized that nobody would be along any time soon since she could see from the last overlook that nobody else was coming up the mountain.He had spotted her coming up the mountain. He was disappointed that someone else was going to discover his perfect camping spot that he had set up the previous morning. He licked me until I was dripping wet. I told Bob to give me his cock so I could suck it and I went to work on him while Joseph kept eating me out. I must have sucked Bob’s cock for 10 minutes or so when he grabbed my hair and started thrusting hard and fast into my throat. He came so much I couldn’t swallow it all, some of it ran down my chin. I hate it when I miss some ;) I didn’t find out till a few days later from my Uncle that Bob had divorced about a year prior and hadn’t been laid since..