. usually ... it is our own thoughts and decisions that cause us the most problems. In some cases, we let greed shape our choices. In others, we may b...w to social pressure. Sometimes it is a lack of faith in our own abilities that causes us to turn away from some (wiser) course of action. On occasion, it is a combination of many things.For multiple reasons, even though the activity they had engaged in together was happy and fulfilling for all of them, the three protagonists in this tale did not. I was really working my cock and realized that I was quite exposed to anyone watching me. I looked around to see if anyone was looking, and suddenly noticed that there was a woman looking my direction two rows away. She seamed to be enjoying it, but how could I be sure?I mentioned what I saw to Sally. She said I should call her over and see if she liked what she saw. OK I was not going to do that. I mean getting off was one thing, but it wasn’t worth going to jail for. I kept glancing at her. Come on in."Inside, the cabin looked much like a hunting lodge, but with no stuffed animal heads on the wall. It was a simple layout: A large main room, that was both a living and dining room, a bedroom, and a kitchen. A good sized bathroom branched off the bedroom. A large fire crackled away in the main room's fireplace.Brian was a little shorter than me, about five foot nine, with salt and pepper hair. He had piercing dark blue eyes and an almost constant grin. He had a tan, weathered look of. His cock was still covered with my saliva and the remnants of cum leaking out the slit; when he placed his cock head against my virgin asshole I moaned and sank down a bit. His cock slid into my asshole as he lined me up and pushed against my tight sphincter. Slowly I felt my ass start opening up for him; first I felt the pressure of his fat cock head opening up my ass, I started to push down a bit, just lightly bouncing as I felt him slowly open up my ass. He held my hips and pushed up; I.