As we started to fall back, nose first, off the top of the loop I once again had a view of just the ground ahead of me, we reached 90 knots in no time...and for the second time I prepared myself for a loop.Katy pulled the stick back but, instead of a loop, she executed a perfect barrel roll. As we levelled out she called to me “Check the altitude.”We were at 3000 feet, we had performed two aerobatic manoeuvres and lost a total of 200 feet, or about two 90 degree turns on a circuit.We soared above. She was along with her relatives and I was alone ordered some food, She was watching me and signalling from her eyes.After our romantic dinner the journey again started at around 11:15 pm till now the movie also finished, all lights off with everything in silence.We sat same like touching her thighs, Now I also feeling cold and covered up with bed sheet. It was around 12 in the midnight and till now we both not even had a single word.After a while she got a sleep (I hope she was acting) and now. " He brought his muscular body onto my stomach, crushing me beneath him. I felt our sweat-soaked skin seal together. It seemed like his entire sweltering body was covering mine. "Feel that? Those are my big old black balls. I'm balls deep, bitchboy." The sensation of another man's testicles, another man's larger, superior testicles resting against my own blew my mind. Balls deep. My friends had always bragged about being "balls deep," in a chick. Now another man was balls deep in me. Nothing. Using my potato pot I boil water to wash up the dishes. Now it time to try out the shower. It has been hot all day so the theory should work.The brochure suggests that campers should do all manner of things in the light of day to preserve fuel and batteries. As the sun is going down I step into the shower. The open side is to the bush so the theory is it is private. The water is warm. My shampoo suds like never before. Feeling better after a shower I grab a magazine about fishing and read for.