Romano had been outside of his wagon and heard her. "Now where is that witch going? Can't she stay put? He gives her too much freedom!!" He waited in ...he dark and saw her climb down from their vurdon. She was holding a folded blanket and towel. "Ah... so she was going to have a midnight swim perhaps?" He decided to follow her... and good. She didn't have her blasted dog with her for once!!She headed down to the stream. It was a beautiful warm evening. The moon was waning now and all the star. James moaned quietly as my mouth slowly travelled from his neck to his nipples, they felt like hard nuggets against the smoothness of his chest, and they hardened rapidly under the pressure of my lips and the gentle biting and grazing from my teeth. Looking up into James eyes and smiling, I let my hands find the way to his shorts, and enjoyed the longing in his eyes when he realised the inevitable. Without taking away my stare I undid his button and zipper and slowly pulled the garment down. The kind of RV that they had was the kind that had the cab over bed. Every once in a while, we had to drive down a two lane highway (the kind that had the yellow dashed and solid line in the middle) and that was when I would “go take a nap” and climb up in the bed and close the privacy curtains. Along the front of the bed where some windows that faced forward so I can see the highway. One day, I had a thought about a Road Trip Game and tried it out. It was perfect and to this day I still. If it is for good reason, you may wonder—maybe a deeper sense of loyalty or overly strict ideas of exemplary principles or any other howsoever-natured virtuous notion of interpersonal relationships?Alas, the reason is simple: it lies within my unfathomable asininity whose seemingly endless extend keeps astonishing me every time the turns of fate in my life (read: my absolute incapability of acquiring the slightest signs of any sorts of wits) grant me a brief glimpse of how far the rabbit hole.