So it was legitimate for both of us to have a moment like that too.After a while she pushed herself down and I let go of her, I saw her face, it was r...d and eyes were in tears, there were even marks like she wiped her tears and it dried on spot. I wiped her tears and tried to wipe her dry spots too. We sat down on the table we had our breakfast, I knew it was more than enough for both of us and we washed the plates, cleaned the kitchen, table and sat on the couch. I was still in my bathrobes so. I'd had two orgasms that night but this last part where Kath was eating us both had brought me way too many times to the edge and back and I now had a hard on that wasn't going to be getting to 'the good part' (as Kathy called it) any time soon. And the woman whom I'd been counting on to be there for the grand finale had just taken off without me and left me ... well, whatever is the hell the exact opposite of 'hanging' is. But as I felt the tensions running out of Nancy from the last orgasm. Soon we started interacting, and he told me that his name was Carlos. He was 23 years old and had worked here as a masseur for some time now. He was from Ghana. We were quite interactive and friendly.Carlos – So, where are you from in India?Me – Mumbai.Carlos – Ah, Indian women are lovely and beautiful.Me – Yes, they are.Carlos – So are you?Me – Thanks, Carlos.Carlos – Men from India enjoy massage here, but very few Indian women come for massages.Me – Oh, is it?Carlos – We offer a happy ending. We can’t be sure of finding a stream or creek that has drinkable water in those mountains,” Grace said, as we neared the vehicle. This seemed prudent, as we had learned that the rainfall for this area in May was just less than three eighths of an inch.“Are you going to carry it?” I asked.“We can leave most of it in the car and pick up some when we are doing our reconnaissance,” she told me.“That sounds reasonable,” I agreed, and we stopped at the big box store to buy bottled water. We also.