It was shitty, to say the least. Everything was. I mean, the guy painted razor blades to make some kind of "statement" or whatever, and now was sellin... them for eighty bucks each. Fuckin' douche.They had been trying to hook me up with this friend of Chris's named Samantha for the past few weeks, and we'd hung out a few times already. She thought things were going well for us. She'd been giving me all the signals, trying to make eye contact, taking opportunities to make light physical contact,. I love them. After all these years, they continue to fascinate me and make me having a hard-on. She arranges a bit her shirt and goes around the bed; I keep looking at her and I admire her naked legs, the birth of her buttocks. Why does she wear that shirt while we went naked to bed? And it is when admiring her that I suddenly see John stuck in the middle of the room. Murielle is moving resolutely toward him. I feel like a punch in the stomach, a sudden belly ache. I’m puzzled and anxious. John. Even though there was a considerable wind, the tent was still flat. Unrolling the tent, he put in the stakes at the other end. Looking at the result, he didn’t see how it would stay up in a hard wind. “Okay, now I’m done with that.”“Melt some more water and fill the ribs. They’ll act as support for the tent.”As Ed worked, he asked, “Who came up with the idea for this tent anyway?”The man watched Ed work on the tent making sure that he did everything properly. He answered, “A woman in Colorado. "Answer me boy, did you like fucking my son up his tight little ass?" She said more forcefully, though still jerking me off. "Yes, I loved it Mrs. Thompson. Jake's ass felt so good." I hadn't been with many girls, but I knew she was turned on. How turned on exactly, I was way off."You boys put on quite a show last night, but when Jake made you his bitch. That was my favorite part, I came the most then." She grinned and shivered slightly as she spoke, remembering the sight before her last night..