Curious, he stealthily followed them to his sister’s camp. His eyes opened wide as he saw what must be her legs in the air and some hairy buns, ball..., and legs pumping between them. He watched until the man ejaculated and then he slipped quietly away. He would have some serious questions when she returns!The fisherman arrived for lunch and nookie, then some post-nap “nature worship” before he too departed. More fresh-caught fish for supper.An hour before sunset she heard someone coming along. "Don't pick up any burrs on your backside," Mr. Olsen joked as we shook hands."Judge Clausen wants to see you," Miss Baker said when I returned her call."Today? What time?" I asked, thinking of my tennis date with Trisha. I didn't have her phone number. I didn't even know her last name."One-thirty. I thought we could have lunch on the way," Miss Baker said. She must have heard me groan. "Is having lunch with me distasteful Sammy?" It's not that. I was supposed to play tennis with someone and I. And don't run off !" Hazel replied knowingly.To be honest i did try to leave but Hazel was one step ahead. Doors locked no keys. "Bugger" I thought and slowly walked into Hazels bedroom.Hazel and Nat were sat there when I entered.Both were dressed in a basque and stockings Hazel in red and Nat in black. "Do you you like Steve" Hazel asked.My body stiffened as did my nether region."Eeerm LLLovely" I stuttered !"Get on the bed and lie down ! Its time for the fun to begin ! You Ready Nat ?"Nat. I live in Canada because I must. I want to get my bachelor's degree in business from Carleton University and my MBA from the University of Ottawa. When I'm done, I'm thinking of moving to the United States of America. Why America? The way I see it, planet Earth is slowly becoming one country and America is gearing up to be its capital. I want to live in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. Why? There are many African-Americans there. In fact, they dominate the City's racial demographics and politics..