He stroked his hand back and forth over his pubis. Soft skin, then a line of hair, then soft skin; his crotch perfectly framed – divided by the pubi... hair down its center. He stood in the hallway, confused. Mere seconds ago, he had been submerged in water, diving for the stone. Now he was dry, except for a strange feeling between his legs. He heard the muffled commotion of Mike and Chad horsing around outside and turned to his left, to the half-opened bathroom door. He pushed it open with his. After they got started on the road, Marge was full of questions about the cabin."Is there a boat?" she asked. "I haven't been on a boat in years." We'll make sure that you get on one this weekend," answered Paul. "Maybe tonight, if there is enough daylight left when we get there." Is the water nice?" she asked.Paul didn't know what she meant by that question, but he answered 'yes' anyway. In his mind he was luring Marge out on a 'special' early morning swim the next day, but something told him. I was dazed and I remember looking up and thinking that it was one of the guys from the drug gang, but I was too out of it to do anything about it. And then everything faded to black. Monday, 1 October 2012, A Gentleman’s Club, Seattle, Washington. When I finally came to, I was lying on a couch in a small office. I could hear the music of the strip club through the door, but it was pretty well muted. I turned and looked to my left and Jeanne/Jasmine was there talking to an older man with a. Five minutes into it I have no choice but to announce, "I'm gonna cum," I pull out and have a great mid-afternoon spurt on her strawberry blond bush.Kim cleaned my semen off her with some night table Kleenex as best she could. We both redressed and rejoined the party. Meanwhile, my cock and pubic hair are sticky with her juices, but she smelled pretty good down there so I didn't give it much thought. Fast forward, 10 hours later, I'm at a local bar with my friends. There, I meet another girl.