“You had better be careful.” What was that? Had she not seen it? The wooden stepladders were rather old and maybe her attention had been taken by ...hem shaking. She mustn’t have realised it was actually him who was shaking.“You had better be very careful. Your zip looks as if it is about to burst.” She had seen it. She had seen it and she was talking about it. Matter-of-factly, as if she were discussing the dangers of standing on a ladder without someone holding it.He felt her arms move away as. The next trailhead was in front of a boat launch and, as we stopped to admire it, Tim pushed strands of hair off my face and said, “I'm going to kiss you.”He was a very good kisser! We walked on, discussing wine and his job — but what I really wanted was another kiss. I knew there was a bench up ahead that overlooked the lake and I kind of speed-walked to it and sat down. "I love this bench,” I said and Tim quickly pulled me close and we kissed. That got me hot as fuck. I put my hand on his. When he had his finger out he asked me if I felt any discomfort and I kind of groaned, "No". He asked how long I had gone without sex because my prostate seemed a bit enlarged. I told him it had been 10 days since my last orgasm. Then he asked about the little fleshy growth on my asshole rim which I'd had for about ten years. Other doctor's had looked at it and said it was nothing to worry about. This doctor said, I'd like you to sit on the exam table and put your feet in the stirrups so I can. When my feeding was over the two leaders returned. They seemed to study me intently. They took turns touching my arms and my chest and running their fingers through my hair. One of them went over to my belongings. She seemed to be fascinated by my flask of rum. I motioned with my head to bring it over. I told her in English to drink, but she did not seem to understand. They finally figured out how to open it, and I motioned by tilting my head back for them to take a swig. They finally.