Just if you're reading this stuff over and over, I thought you'd maybe be best to..." I'm sorry I used your computer..."Anthony gave a loud shriek, pr...bably somehow reading his mother's welter of emotions; she reached down into the basinet and clutched him to her tightly, the tears breaking over her cheeks again." ... I sorry, I shouldn't have done that ... and I shouldn't be looking at this ... I don't know how I..."I shushed her into silence, a finger pressed to my lips."Just said if you were. Not evenHolly and her friend coming back into the living room.They both pretended as if they didn’t notice that I’mgrabbing Lizard’s cock and sat on the other sidelighting a joint. Lizard was about to take his hand offmy thigh but I stopped him, using my other hand to pushhis hand up my leg. No man can say no when a womanpushes his hand to her cunt. Not even if someone iswatching. And boy, were they watching. Both Holly andher friend were sitting opposite me, staring. And seemed in the gloom of our LED lanterns to be disturbingly man-made. Miles and miles and miles of dusty passages, nearly entirely bone dry and with noticeably staler air than below. Phyl pushed us down these pathways faster, sometimes at more of a hurried nervous shuffle than a measured hiking walk.“I don’t like this bit,” she muttered once when I asked, just making conversation as we trudged onwards and upwards. Fredi could tell at a glance that the rock here was man-made but she wasn’t. Well one day I was cruising Grindr and there he was again. Turns out he was stranded at a local gay nudist camp. His ride took off with someone and since they charge to stay there he wanted to get home rather than waste money he didn't have.I was bored and oddly free for a change so I felt bad for him and figured even if it went nowhere I couldn't leave a guy stranded especially since it started to rain! Not good hitchhiking weather at all! I nervously drove over and waited a bit still thinking.