She told me that I should have fun with Jim. She started telling me that I should know that Jim does not like to use condoms and said that he always ...old her he can't feel anything with them. Maybe I should have told her I prefer to feel a guy cum inside of me without condoms anyway, but I told her thanks for telling me. I wondered if she knew Michael asked me not to use anything while I was fucking Jim?When the guys came back, I was whispering to Michael about what Denise and I were talking. She asked me to lock the door. The bathroom was big enough for both of us. She started to unbutton my shirt and removed it along with my vest and hung it on the hook. We both were naked.She pulled me by my hand to stand below warm shower water. Then she started to smooch me in a passionate manner. I pulled her closer to me and held her by her ass. Continued smooching, she held my dick and started shagging it. I asked her, “Did you only enjoy or you enjoyed more then you expected?” She replied. .. I don't know ... I guess if I thought about it at all I'd call myself a craftsman, not an artist." Do not be disingenuous, Mr. Randahl, you are a photographer, are you not? And it is well known that all photographers consider themselves artists. Arrogating to themselves a position to which they are not entitled. Why should we consider you to be any different?"Disingenuous? Arrogating? Who talked like that? What had I gotten myself into? And more importantly, how do I talk myself out of. " Oh, come on. What are you, a wuss?" Well," I dwelled, "I agreed to sleep on the hard ground in a tent for a few nights. Nothing was said about retracing, backwards, the footsteps of westward expansion. So frankly, if we won't get where you want to be going in five or ten minutes, let me know. Because if that's the case, I'm turning around." Suit yourself," she shrugged. "It will be a longer walk back to the car."What was I supposed to do? Spend several days living in a car surrounded by.