C. Maybe my fears about catching something were unfounded after all. Why would all those guys go there if they thought theyd get something bad? I jogg...d past the place every day and looked over at the group of men standing outside, convincing myself all my fears were unfounded. I never saw the black guy with them. After a lonely weekend and a wine-soaked Monday, I jogged past the place again on Tuesday, to find it deserted except for one person standing nearby the older black guy. He watched me. Mom asked Jeff if he wanted to stick around for a couple of hours and she would order pizza. Of course Pete and Lori were big pizza eaters and begged Jeff to stay. He said he would, and maybe we could catch up on old times. We had our pizza and all of us talked and laughed some more. Jeff asked me about Matt and Alecia. I told him I would tell him later. I didn’t want to talk about it in front of Pete and Lori. We had told them that Matt didn’t want to be in our lives. Pete called him an. I was fascinated as she ran her finger up and down the crack a few times and then spread the lips out while she pissed. When she saw my hard dick, she asked me if I liked looking at her. She then grabbed my hardon through my pjs, and said yeah I guess you do. I had no idea how her parts worked, but my dick must've liked it when I looked at her, because it was so hard I thought maybe something was wrong with it.When she finally finished peeing and wiped we ran back to the couch and we laid back. Your arms are still free and I tell you to put on your shoes. The process awkward with your drool going everywhere, but at least hunched over your strings aren't tight. Soon you are done though, and I tell you to take the backpack full of odds and ends. We begin out of the cabin, marching down the ill used trail. Every so often I smack you hard with a switch I pulled from a tree. The smacks are more to keep you moving and to make sure your strings haven't been loose for too long. Soon your back.