On the occasions that he felt like socialising, he would appear at the campfire for the evening and be long gone (back in his bed inside the tree) by ...orning. Most travellers who camped under Ricky’s tree or at the crossing, never even knew of his existence.If he was in the mood for a bit of tension release, he was very practised at sniffing out if his prey was of an age and willingness that he could exploit. More than one traveller had left the campsite under his tree with the oddest erotic. And it's always when you're feeling insecure about us. You think about him, expecting a certain response because it's how he would respond. But I'm not that guy! I'm real. I'm right here. I love you. I just ... I need you to stay here, with me. I'm sure the reality doesn't measure up to what you expected, but I need you, Sierra. Please."I had tears in my eyes by the time he was done. He knows me so well! How did that happen? Because he was exactly right. My Alistair wasn't the game Alistair.. They are very happy to see us. Exchanging pleasantries, I look at my wife who is serving the guests. She looks back at me and smiles, telling me to keep up and not let down the guests. What does she know, my “fire” hasn’t been put out yet.Three hours have passed, but I refuse to put out my fire. My moment in the balcony has been spoiled. My wife, noticing my situation, started teasing me. Taking care that nobody has been watching, she gave me a look. It’s a seductive look. God, I want her, but. I had heard the moans and giggles when her little friend Janet came to stay the night, and Steph always made sure the two of them paraded around in their little camisoles and cute little panties. I had recently been seeing their cute little camel toes when they lay on the floor watching TV, and more than once had noticed the wet spots that develop as they giggled and nervously looked back to see if I was checking them out.This particular Saturday night, my wife was gone for the weekend with.