Obviously, she didn’t like the idea of all her clothes left in the hall for all to see. He just turned and walked to the living room, and sat in hi... favorite chair. She followed.She couldn’t figure out what to do, or where to stand. He let her glance around the room. She saw nothing out of the ordinary, unless she thought about the number of cabinets instead of bookcases normally found. Her eyes settled on the long coffee table, linear to his chair. On it were several papers.Finally, he. He shakes his head slowly and continues on his way. At the next bend he brings the raft to the bank, ties it to a large oak, and sets up his meager camp. After setting a pair of cane poles into the muddy bank to bring forth his evening meal he retreats carefully up the side of the bank and into a cleft in the hillside being careful to leave no tracks of his passage. He does not do this out of fear, nor is this part of a plan of violence or retribution, he simply feels that something might be. You touch just the tip again and make a small subtle swirling motion with the tip of your finger at the very top of the head of my penis, and after a second or two, you stop again.“Please?” I ask you.“You have to ask better than that,” you reply to me, never looking away from my eyes, still sporting that clever mischievous smile.All I can muster in a groaning tone is, “I want you now. On top of me…”You say, “Say my name when you tell me how you want me.”I am almost delirious from the heat in. I watched him as he inspected me from head to toe. I took out my headphones out and he smiled at me. I looked up at him through my eye lashes and smiled warmly at him "Hello" I say. "Hello" he says shyly. "So where are you headed?" I ask. "Well we are headed to MIA. So I guess Miami." I laugh! "Funny. You could have a lay over there and be headed somewhere else. I'm not that blond I did think of that." "You're smarter than me cause I didn't think of that" he smiled. After talking and flirting.