----------------------The weekend of the fishing trip came and I was all butterflies, which made no sense at all. Getting ready I looked in my closet ...nd decided to pack a few extra things, and to wear something nice, even if we were just going to go fishing. I felt positively wicked pulling on my panties, little red ones that made my ass look bare from behind, and I looked in the mirror at myself. Definitely my best feature. I turned back around and stared in the mirror, my dark shoulder. Zoe shrunk even further into the corner of the bed, if that were possible. As Gemma had asked I’d been interested and hopeful, but one glance at Zoe confirmed my suspicions. Zoe couldn’t stand crowds. Friday night at the student union club was going to be torture for her. “Thanks, but I think we’ll stay in tonight. Another time, perhaps?”Gemma looked from me back to Zoe and then her eyes settled on the floor in front of her. Her eyes dilated in shock. She giggled embarrassed “yes, I can see you. You and I will catch a ride with the last chopper out. Tell them to bring cameras and plenty of pens and paper in case we don't find any paperwork."I watched as Stumpy went out to use the radio we brought with us and then turned to Preacher."How come you're turning this over to me, Harry? I mean I'm glad to get it, but I figured you would want to run the show." Preacher, this is in your hands because it's gonna be a pain and you have the lists of what we are hunting for. I am going home to join. I can look at it for hours on end. It looks so plump and juicy that sometimes I even feel like biting it! I have not slept with too many Indian women, but all have commented on the size of my “purple veined custard chucker” and they appreciate it even more than western bitches. I haven’t slept with a white woman in a long time and I doubt if I ever will again. They are all trash. I have something of a girlfriend in Calcutta. Not a real girlfriend but a partner. She and I hooked up two years ago.