Anyway, it was getting late one Saturday afternoon, I was getting hungry and thirsty. The Army surplus canteen I carried had dried up about an hour be...ore, but I wanted one more minute at the little waterfall. It wasn’t but three or four feet from top to bottom, but it sure made a pretty sound. As I was watching the water cascade down, rippling the surface of the pool below it, on a rock on the far side I saw a crawdad the size of a lobster! And he was crawling back into the water. I couldn’t. At first I got up and was going to ride my bike to Jake's to see what he was up to, but then the thought of mother standing on the stairway in pink bra and panties shot back into my head and I decided to stay.In the beginning all I heard was obnoxiously loud laughing and clunking as they stumbled around the room. Then I heard Bruce moan loudly and scream for mother to take him deep. I wanted to roll over and cover my head with the pillow but then I remembered how soft mother's lips and tongue. An extraordinary woman like this would be quite a boost. No sooner had I chosen the seat across from her, when she stood up, stretched to her full height. Her ample, but not large breasts straining against a tight black sweater, and then she sashayed away. I was so caught up in the perfection of her body and the grace and assurance of how she moved that I couldn’t be sure if she had cast me a dismissive glance or if I had merely imagined it. This kind of deflating defeat was the risk of my. It started off with me discussing with my then girlfriend about how I wanted to have fun with another man, she was bisexual herself and she shared in this fantasy of mine for me to pleasure a bloke. My first time came about when patrolling the resort and I found a series of graffiti amongst which were some requests from bi men looking to meet other men in the area. One particular piece caught my eye, it was by a bloke called peter who was 63yr old and looking to meet with younger guys, he.