I insured the further neglect of the locals by steering for the opposite bank when I saw an encampment ahead, and they seemed content to avoid me as I...did them, as if the river was a highway of agreement and passage. It seems the ignorant savage peoples who lived here had not invented toll highways as yet.The winds turned contrary about where another river joined mine, blowing in a steady day long hot exhalation to the sea, and the other river came from the south, not my intended direction, so. Damien was too stunned to react. The door to the cubicle snapped shut behind them and he found himself squashed into the tiny space with Brad...who he noticed was both bigger and quite possibly stronger than him. Brad's smooth face broke into a smile. "Now...it'll take my little one at least twenty minutes to finish her icecream, so..." Brad leaned forward and pressed his body up against Damien's, pushing him into the cubicle wall. Before Damien could utter a word of protest, a hot sweetness. " Half the men I meet are too old, impotent or queer, they wouldn't know what to do if they had it on a plate. My husband, if that's what you call him would rather play with little boys than me."So Babs now you have seen me what is your opinion. Tarnisha and I just have a passionate liking for something and we both like to engage in," I replied, giving her enough chance to say what she wants. I know what she wants; she has to tell me herself."We both have the same passionate liking for the same. Cyn opened the gate and I started hobbling up the stairs, still holding both ends with my hands tightly. I could feel my hand getting wet with piss as more of it leaked out every step up I took, it dripped off my fingers and I could smell the urine. It made a HUGE wet spot on my crotch I’m sure but I didn’t stop to look down & inspect it. Cyn ran up ahead and started knocking on the door hard. I made it up the stairs and stood there, pulling my waistband all the way up so the crotch seam.