Overwhelmed by the feeling that the beardog provides him, R Tur collapses, mouth open in a silent scream, arching as far as possible, offering his ass...to eat. Scuford now kneels on the couch, elbows on the seat, kneeling behind R Tur who offers him his ass without restraint. Scuford’s finger disappears into R Tur’s ass, first one, then two, then three. They reach for R Tur’s prostate, stroking in a circular motion, his pucker is getting more supple, open. He heaves a small cry.- I’m getting. I suppose that was it really. We got talking, he offered to buy me a drink and before I knew it his mates had wandered off and so had mine. We went for a Chinese and even though he lived over the other side of the city, he dropped me off at home in his taxi. We swapped telephone numbers. Good grief, he didn't even try to kiss me. We parted with me giving him a peck on the cheek. Joe was certainly the quiet type of guy!Up to this time I had only ever slept with two boyfriends and I have to say. “Matt?”I couldn’t look away as Sarah pulled her shirt over her head. She filled her bra perfectly.“Yeah?”She smiled.“I’m going in the water, the usual way. OK with you?”I’m not a complete idiot.“Sure.”Stripped off my t-shirt and shorts as she stepped out of her panties. Sarah turned and ran into the surf. I followed, which was probably a good thing since I was watching her rear end again and it was obvious I liked what I saw.There wasn’t really any place to swim to, so we mostly paddled around. We ran for the far side of the river to make it too far to us for accurate shooting. Jess had stopped shooting when the people had dropped behind the levee, so there was no shooting from our side. The other guys quit shooting pretty soon thereafter.That encounter woke us up. We had drifted into a complacent shell as we had moved into a better looking countryside, but those shots at us were a convincing indicator that this land was a long way from peaceful. Either those guys on the bank were.