After loading up my truck with a cooler full of beer and the unlikely to see water fishing gear, were soon on the road to what we were call our “Bat... Lodge”. As I drove, Mark spent sometime on his phone surfing and bookmarking some good stuff to fuel our extended cock time. His descriptions of his search results had me primed and ready to go. The choice I’d made to wear baggy running shorts proved to be the right one, giving me ample opportunity to massage my throbbing cock as I drove and. I bet if the bottom was tapered a little better it would have. I even let two guys fuck me at one time and ended up having a great orgasm with all four of their fists shoved up me as far as they could reach. Then I had a couple of more good ones when they tagged teamed my ass. I decided to stop dating and just be single for a while and it did not take long before loneliness started creeping in again and I soon found myself wanting a man’s touch. I sure didn’t want the next relationship. It has a certain ring of appropriateness about it. She appears to be in her late forties or early fifties; about the same age as most parents of college age students would be. You get the feeling that she is both compassionate and loving. But from the way she greeted you, you have no doubt that she could be very strict when necessary.“Come on, let’s get you settled in.” she suggests as she leads the way towards the back of the bar. “Jason! Watch things for a moment.” she calls out. A tall young. ‘Well, you could say to some extent I’ve always had certain, um, feelings towards other women, but I never acted on them before I came here. The place I come from is fairly conservative, and I would never have acted on those, um, tendencies, there.’ Scarlet was from small-town Ohio, not a place that looks too kindly on most sorts of sexual experimentation. ‘I see,’ Kate said, hoping that she would continue without further prompting, trying to frame a question that Scarlet wouldn’t think was.