"No ... I am willing to do what you want. My mate may not have wanted me for pleasure, but I know many women whose mates do and I understand. I'm just...glad you do not want to beat me."I looked sadly at Rona. Her expectations of men were so low. It appeared that her late mate took more pleasure in "disciplining her" (in other words, abusing her) than providing her any pleasure. I kissed her before letting my body drift south, kissing her along the way."What are you doing?" she squeaked.'He's. It was late afternoon when I got back. I heard grunts and other noises when I got close to our campsite at the edge of the campground, screened by some bushes and our car from the rest of the folks. I angled away from the path a little to come at our campsite from the meadow side where there was a stand of trees. Moving one step at a time, I moved up to where I could see what was going on.Wow. Double wow.Mike stood in front of the camp chair, jeans and underwear lowered. Professor Bertolli had. He was good enough to not comment on how lousy I looked. He lifted his eyebrow as if to ask if I was okay. I nodded and we left. It took a few minutes to get to the trail, but the fresh air felt good, and meeting other guys took me out of my funk, at least temporarily. There were six of us. The leader of the group was a guy who seemed to be a little older than me but who moved like a natural athlete. His running tank showed off his arms and shoulders. We started on an easy pace and the. I realized now that he was making some grunting noises, he was still thrusting his cock forward, his shoulders were still kinda twitching so I was guessing that some more might still be coming out but it wasnt hitting the glass anymore. He kept that up and then finally started to relax. At that time I also realized that I heard foot steps! My god, my mom was coming. I ran out of the bathroom only to encounter my mom walking into Uncle Marks bedroom. I was totally busted! All I could do was.