"I'm sorry," he whispered back raggedly, tears filling his eyes. "I am so sorry!" Twisting out of her grasp he rolled over to find himself facing the ...ulkhead. Not only had they switched positions during the night but sides of the bunk as well. He was ashamed and furious with himself, wanting little more than to crawl into the nearest hole and die."Dent, baby," he felt her roll with him coming to rest pressed against his back like he had been with her. "It's all right, honey, it's all right.". “Okay, here’s the real deal. The secret to climbing is all mental. Sure, the body weight to power ratio plays an important part, but none of you have a body weight problem. It’s going to be all in your heads. Now, tonight I brought a different bike, anybody notice?”I had brought my team climbing bike, and it was jet black carbon fiber, and it just screamed sexy! They gathered around it and I had them all lift it up. It was a Trek Madone 5.2, state of the art, about three years ago. Hell, I had. She continued begging as her body pushed her groin towards me trying to impale herself on my rigid shaft “I need my baby”, “please fuck mommy with your big stiff cock”, “Shove it in me now baby”, she pleaded. “OHH! I need you to fuck my pussy!”“GOD YES!!” she squealed as I eased forward and began sinking my meat into her steaming hole. Before I even got halfway in, her hips started gyrating, wanting to claim more and more of my prick. “OH fuck YES mom!”, I panted and shoved forward. I had. Paul said lets go to this bar which used to be a male gay place but is now a LGBTQ place. We entered and it looked like your typical bar – a few tables, pool table and a couple of dart boards. It was on the full side but not crowded. Paul said, OK we need to talk about tonight and I said that I was listening. He said we were going into another area which is for members only and that he is a member. Paul’s face got very serious and said, a member can bring a guest but the guest must agree.