. yeah." Joan said.Caroline laughed. "It sounds like a delightful idea. But I'm not sure I'm up to it... it's been a long time for me, and last night ...as pretty intense." I'm a little sore, too," Joan admitted, "but it would be worth it." Well, what about you, Sam?" Caroline asked. "You did twice as much as us yesterday. Are you up to it?" I'm a man of iron," Sam said promptly.Both Joan and Caroline immediately reached for his crotch, which made them both burst out laughing. "I guess you are,. The older members (15-18) basically kept to there own, and the younger kids (11-14) did the same, with a little cross over in between groups. All together there might've been 15 members there at one time. And there would be a few different members at each meeting, depending on who was available on what day. The 11 year olds were almost always there. I came to learn they lived within walking distance, and had summer passes. Their parents encouraged them to come! I assume they had no clue why the. From the corner of my eye I saw some movement on the pathway. It was two young men walking, one pushing a bicycle. They might or might not see my wife, I thought so didn’t panic too much. I put my cock away and waited to see what happened. I think the two guys actually saw me at first, which probably made them wonder what I was doing lying down on the far river bank alone. They then caught sight of my wife. I had decided by now to see what would happen, so did nothing to alert my wife to their. Either women always go for the bad guys or the universe is out to kick my ass. Whatever. I take a deep breath and exit. I walk to the bus, and catch the number nine heading to Hurdman station. From there I’ll catch bus number four heading to Carleton University. The bus is packed. I see a familiar face. It’s Katrina. The tall, dark-haired and slender, alabaster-skinned beautiful young woman I met this summer. She goes to my university too. Studying business or something. Katrina is half white.