When I came back up and wiped the water from my face I swore I saw fireflies or something in the tree line, and once again the soft laughter.I tried t... focus again and listen. I even called out "Is anyone there?"Of course the only sound I heard was that of the water and a slight rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.The combination of the climb and the water seemed to be draining the energy out of me. I left the cool water and went to lie down on the soft moss, using my daypack as a pillow. . She was going to need that feeling in a few minutes.I looked around the parking lot on the way to the door. There were probably close to thirty cars parked there. It was later in the day than when we first came here and it was Saturday. I assume that those were the reasons that there were so many men here today.This wasn't the sort of place that one normally takes a date or even a friend. People came to places like this alone. So there were likely to be about thirty men inside. Of those at. Cumming up to four times before I was too tired to go on with my passion.I think that this phase lasted for about a month or so, where in that time I had built up a stable fangroup and a good dose of chat friends.When one day, someone who had been chatting with me for about a week or so asked me why I never tried to have sex with a man. As clearly I’d make a great bottom for anyone.I replied that I never found someone I liked enough who lived close enough and wanted to try. And that unlike. I kissed her passionately and she seemed a little surprised at first, but she soon outdid me and it was quite a task matching her intensity. Our tongues wrestled and our lips burned, I bit her chin, and her cheeks, she reciprocated by licking my earlobes and biting my throat, she ran her tongue down my neck to my chest and back again, leaving cool tingling lines as her saliva evaporated. The whole time I massaged her shoulders, caressed her waist and occasionally, I gripped her butt cheeks.