I hugged him back and began to cry silently. I think my tears were the emotional release I needed in response to being driven to a powerful orgasm wit...out knowing who was doing it. Jim and I took a bath together in our oversized tub. I washed the large volume of semen from my vagina. I turned my back to Jim and slid between his legs, leaning back upon his muscular chest. He placed his arms over my shoulders and gently teased my nipples. "That feels nice," I cooed. "I love the way you touch. I call out that I am there and looking for a drink of water in the heat. She will cover her head with a towel and tell me to come in and get a drink. I enter the yard and walk over to hose and turn on the water, making small talk to her as we I stare at her nude frame. I change my voice back and forth so I sound like two people and we (I) tell her how much we appreciate the water, and tell her it is about 30 degrees hotter in her back yard. "You sure are looking good" I tell her as I look at. I told them that their crying was making me very sad, but I could not let them go with me because we needed to go on the motorcycle, to make the best speed. Besides, she knew where the other camp was located, generally.Blue Flower got what we needed together in a backpack for each of us. She took her .45 and an extra magazine. I took the .38-55 with the aperture sight, and my Glock with extra magazine. I also took 50 rounds for the Marlin. I tied my backpack to the handlebars. Blue Flower wore. "It was new friends versus old friends," Bart said."I suppose so. I guess us old friends weren't screwing her, so she fucked us," I said being a little more vulgar than Bart was used to. It wasn't the first time I said it by any means, it just wasn't my usual vocabulary."Did you know that Sylvia was going to call you?" Bart asked."What, are you and Sylvia asshole buddies now?" I asked. I was a little miffed that Sylvia gave people around me information on our relationship."You know Rita has.