"Darius looked at Jack as if he didn't understand, "Huh?"Jack sat down in the booth across from his friend, looked at Darius, and shook his head. Alth...ugh he would not tell his friend what his immediate thoughts were, he had begun to think of Darius as an old man. "Darius, you've told me the same thing every morning for the last two and a half years, ever since my wife died. I don't think you even realize what you're saying." So, what?" Darius had one of those raspy voices that grated on a. The case which covered the blade doubled as a reasonably soft hair brush for my thin covering of hair.While driving down the access road to the lodge, we passed several small cabins. The camp's architect had been a pretty clever guy indeed. The guest cabins were a one small room affair with standard height log walls. The roof super structure was post and beam as would be found in most cabins. However, all the exteriors above the log side walls were made of heavy canvas. The cabins would forever. Well, our old group from college had decided to head off on a camping trip through the woods. Around the monsoons, the hills on the outskirts of the town are lush green and the trek although a tad risky, is quite an experience in itself. We have been doing this for a long time and we always carried just two tents. With the 7 of us, the distribution was uneven and did not qualify us to be able to divide the groups on the basis of gender in each tent. We always joined the two tents and the 7 of. But I could still enjoy the concert.About 10 minutes in, I felt a hand on my ass, slowly rubbing. I looked over at Cal, but he was too engrossed in the show, both hands over his head. It wasn’t him. I went to turn around, but then figured fuck it. I liked it. The hand had worked its way around to the front and had lifted up my skirt. Nobody could see, as I said, it was ass to front, side to side. The anonymous hand started playing with my clit, and it felt good. Then another hand came from the.