Giving is better than receiving but in this case, we were both giving and both receiving. Eventually, I gave her all I had deep in her cavernous vag.I...hung around for another half hour watching others being generous, sometimes two at a time.I had nothing more to give when I left.For the rest of that year, I was working at the museum and doing research in the field. I didn't get back to Vegas until February of the next year The weather was milder and the crowds were lighter.On this trip, I. We had gone off camping with my sister, her current beau, his brother and of course, my good self. I was seeing someone at the time but here in France, holiday sex doesn’t count as cheating. As you can imagine, I found myself sharing a tent with the brother of my sister’s current cock: 26 years old and admittedly, extremely easy on the eyes! Campsites are not particularly recognized for facilitating private moments of intimacy and so (being a bit of a squealer when the fires are stoked), I. Under the trees, becoming mesmerized and lost in the dancing light, Iclosed my eyes.It was daunting, but I was going to have to play with him in person morethan I thought. I didn't know if I was ready yet after........I felt tears in my eyes. The incident? The Bad Thing? Any word otherthan......Say it, I told myself.Since my rape --- that vicious betrayal by a client who had been playinga game of his own that I didn't even realise I was a participant in ---I had barely functioned as a person,. He still didn't have a warrant, but he tried to make up for it in bluster. I refused to go with him, so the damned fool tried to draw on me. I'd had all I could take of his stupidity, so I shot him, though not fatally. I did shoot him in the right arm an' shattered it. Sensibly, the deputies didn't try to draw on me. They gathered him up an' hauled him to the nearest doctor, who amputated the Sheriff's arm to save his life. I had now made a life-long, powerful enemy.I went to see Jeb an' his.