He called the dog Shit-head and told him to shut up, that we were friends. We joked that Shit-head was a funny name for a dog. Claw wasn't laughing. I...suppose for a serious biker, Shit-head was a good name. Claw wanted to know if we were a couple of cock teasers or ready for a real man. Just then a bell clanged as a car drove in for gas. While Claw was gone we tried to make friends with Shit-head. He was the biggest Black Labrador dog that I had ever seen.After a few minutes Claw returned. He. As I walked out of my room wearing a dry pair of shorts, and with my t-shirt and arms over my head, I collided with none other than Helen, who was headed to her room. We fell ass-over-tea kettle onto the carpeted hallway floor, with her ending up on top of me. Both of us were too startled to move for several seconds, and I was helpless with my t-shirt holing my arms over my head, and covering my face. "Holy shit Trev!", she exclaimed, "I'm SO sorry...didn't see you...are you hurt?" "No, you. I was engrossed by the action on the stage, but a blur of motion caught my eye. Her legs were open, and her fingers were dancing openly around her clit and plunging into her cunt. I slid toward her, and started to ask if I could help, when I saw the look of intense concentration on her flushed face, and realized she was doing just fine all by herself. I hadn’t often seen a woman masturbate, and the action on the stage was forgotten as I watched Barb finger herself to a rousing orgasm. She. One day.”“One day, soon!” added Jessie very quickly and brusquely.Before either one had a chance to say any more Bjorn had left Jessie’s side and was walking gallantly out on to the stage in his flowing Pageant gown with all the others and looking very regal indeed. Jessie blew him a kiss and mouthed the words, “I love you” as he looked back. He responded in like fashion making Jessie feel just so good inside. She loved Bjorn very much now and felt just so proud of him as he lined up with all.