I was incredibly close to squirting, just waiting with short breaths for her to continue. "I want you to tell me that you enjoy the idea of me with an...ther man, and that you want me to do it some more," she said coyly, just softly brushing my rock hard cock with her hand for emphasis. I was not about to argue with her right then, so I told her what she wanted to hear, "I am excited about you and another man fucking" I said softly, "Please keep stroking me." She continued to tease me until she. I was just getting ready to rejoin the others when Tara came onto the track. She was looking directly at me. Something was wrong. I moved toward her. We met on the inside edge of the track. ‘What happened?’ I asked without preamble. ‘You asked about Rodger the other day,’ she said. ‘I just heard something terrible.’ ‘What?’ I asked. ‘It’s really bad,’ Tara said. ‘Brace yourself.’ ‘Go ahead,’ I said. ‘Tell me.’ ‘He killed his father,’ Tara said. ‘And then himself.’ ‘What?’ I cried, totally. I fingered her hard and I smooched her at the same time …….. Suddenly I heard a sound from outside and I stopped. She went back and I washed my face and I also went back.That night she called me and said she want to meet me in private. I invited her to my apartment, the next day at 9 is my door bell rang. I opened my door and there she was. I was so happy that I hugged her. I said to relax in my bedroom, and I went to take a small bath. My dick was hard already, I haven’t shaved down there for. I was not looking forward to that return. I was also not really looking forward to wearing actual clothing again. For the entirety of our journey, my ‘attire’ had consisted of swim trunks and sandals, and occasionally a t-shirt at night. Aura’s ‘attire’ had been similar: bikini, sandals, perhaps a t-shirt at night, and the silver belly chain which she always wore regardless of the occasion. Dinner finished, the tent erected near the tree line, the canoe firmly beached on the sand, the meager.