But the rain kept us in the tent for a day at least. Of course after a rain comes the humidity on a hot sunny day to follow. But Chucks and I took tur...s pulling the Dolly and stopping every chance we got to drink, rest and or fish. I recall running out of water and coming up on a house near Tatum and an older black lady was outside watering her flowers when I asked if Chucks and I could get some water and she Kindly allowed me to fill my containers from her water hose and faucet. Loaded the. It suddenly struck me that I would have to choose one and thereby un-choose the others. I was someone with power over their lives and I did not like it. But making a choice was necessary and I knew who I would get along with, a quiet dark red man named Yussef. He only knew a few words in English, but we spoke well enough anyway. I managed to communicate the situation and he managed to communicate that he could not possibly accept my kind offer if not his younger brother was included since it. "It's me, Peter." Oh..."Peter waited a moment before asking, "Do you want me to fuck off? Because if that's what you want, I'll gladly fuck off."There was a long pause before Meagan answered, "No, you can stay out there in the hall if it makes you happy."Peter sat down in the floor in one of his yoga poses and meditated. His mind flooded with images of Meagan and his cock became uncomfortably hard in his pants. However he refused to adjust it. He thought his apology would be more favorably. Lindsay stopped me before I made it to the living room and grabbed my arm. “Do you have a boner? is that why you have your towel on?” she whispered in my ear. Even in whispers Lindsay’s voice grated my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. It was more so now that she had so much dirt on me.“No!” I squealed like a stuck pig. I didn’t intend to sound like that, but my sister had surprised me when she latched on to my arm.“You know why your dick is always hard?” Lindsay said as she reached down.