“There ... that’s so much better than being confined in a sack with another submissive isn’t it? ... you’ll show us all what really makes you ...ome now, won’t you.” The tease of her words, the truth of which he couldn’t deny, and the manipulating pleasure of her spiteful dominance as he licked furtively at her anus in absolute submission, had him explode into a lush orgasm, Candia laughing wickedly as a torrent of seed burst from his cock, his tongue darting and probing frantically as she. It only dawned on her long after her research, that the unknown world, could have been America, and not far from her then home in Pacific Grove. She began a computer search. Feeding terrain information into a data base from the descriptions in the reference. Some of them were woefully indescriptive; "Travel along the coast for four days journey beyond the tree from the rock. Keeping always the afternoon sun to your left. There in the land of giant trees, seek ye a stream and follow it to it's. The sight of his bare chest was turning her on. She let her fingertips trail along one side of his chest while kissing along the other side with small nibbling kisses and moved her hand to his crotch. He was almost as hard as before. She wanted to see and taste him. Once she had unfastened the waist band of his pants she took them off and sat back down on the bed. He was prettier to look at than she had thought he would be. Starting with his shoulders she slid her hand along his skin. He felt. They acted like preteens at a slumber party, whispering, giggling, talking about girly things: boys, sex, music, clothes, boys.Frank and I got along well, enjoyed each other's company. They lived ninety minutes East, near midway on a trip home. It was a natural to pick them up on the way, share a hotel or our camper, share a table at the event, drink and dance together.After college Brian never left home. He was always there, whatever the occasion, always a topic of discussion. He was the only.