The mug shots were humorous because they couldn’t get one that looked like me. My fingerprints were already on file from whoever put me through the ...ystem to do my badge paperwork. They briefly put me in a cell until the police chief told them to let me out. The police chief didn’t want to do the paperwork about why the other people in the holding cell found my t-shirt dead on, right?What? They really should assume I know Kung Fu.Three hours later, we were heading out to the airport. They chose. When their heads were close together he murmured, "What if there was more than one?"At first she thought he was just fantasising; making mind pictures to turn himself on. She rode along with him and then, opening her eyes said, "How many?"Seeing that he had grabbed her attention, Paul stopped pumping her and climbed off, sitting himself up. "Four or five, definitely no more than six. Sort of a gang-bang." I have heard the expression," she said, softly. She buried her face in the pillow. What. But in all that time, I hadn’t really had the chance to really look at her. While she was nude, I mean. My eyes had seen her naked flesh while I stripped off wet clothes and stuffed her in the sleeping bag, but those images hadn’t made it all the way into the cognitive center of my brain. I remembered seeing her breasts, pale mounds that my hand would almost cover, but that was it.Now, as she stood on top of the sleeping bag, sorting out the clothes she was about to put on, I really looked at. Blushing, she apologizes in a cute slightly southern accent "I'm sorry to bother you guys, I just felt like since I walk by here so often, I should probably come introduce myself, but I can come back..." but she is slow to turn around and in my turned on state, I'm feeling bold. "Its Ok, we really should have closed the doors before we started, we just aren't used to visitors on foot out here in the country" I tell her. "Oh, Ok, well, I will just go then" she says, but I see how she hesitates.