Ever.This created consternation on the hilltop. There was considerable shaking of fists, clashing of metal against metal as the riders slammed gauntle...s into breastplates. If I didn't know better ... but it really looked ... No ... rock paper scissors? Never.They sorted the situation out and the next horseman began to gallop down the hillside. Serious mistake. The next in line trotted down and disappeared behind the woods."How are you coming with getting us 0utta here, Wendy?"The horse charged. "Huh?" You all right?" Um, yeah, fine. Fine as I can be." Still cumming?"Melinda frowned. "Why? So you can get off on it?" Do I look like I asked cuz I wanna get off?"Melinda paused and shook her head.You're both slowing down.Richie frowned and wondered why he chose to state the obvious in his thoughts."Yes, I'm still c-cumming," Melinda replied in a low voice. "Just very gently."Richie nodded. "Maybe that's why we're--"You're not SUPPOSED to be slowing down, asshole!Richie blinked. His teeth. We parked and made the trek across the street to the club. It was in a warehouse district, and being such, the streets themselves were deserted except for those going to the club.As we walked through the doors into the club, all eyes turned toward us. I was about 29 or 30 at the time and Doug was around 34. I was a slim 130 lbs. at a height of 5'8" with long shapely legs and a great tan. Doug was 5"11 and 190 lbs. and black. We were quite a contrast to the mostly white clientele of this club. They are also both very comfortable in their manly sexuality. Except when it comes to their mild homophobia, like I have mentioned. But Justy and I cured them of that. One of my hobbies is hiking, for exercise and for all-around good health. Another hobby of mine is photography, especially of nature: animals, birds, insects, trees, flowers, and the surrounding scenery (beaches, oceans, mountains, rolling hills). So I will hike out to a spot where I can photograph some or all of those things. I.