Indeed, the immigrants, many in my regionat that time, often lived without women and did not have much money topay for prostitutes. Finally, it was an...assumption that came to mind, Ihad no certainty.As usual, I watched, hidden, but this time it was unsuccessful becausethe latter had heard the rustling of the leaves behind which I hadhidden.Knowing myself discovery, I acted as if nothing had happened, I playedthe young man who happened to be there by bucolic walk, I came out of myhiding place. Peering down-slope, he saw the fresh wreckage of trees that had been ripped out, uprooted by the torrent of rocks and debris that had surged down the steep slope. It lay in a mass of tangled limbs and shattered trunks. He could see no one, nor any sign of a camp. Something tugged at him; a feeling of pain and need was strong in his mind."Hoooooo ... whooosh!" past his ear, and down the slope in a flash, the nighthawk zoomed sharply upward, soared in a tight circle back around and fluttered just. She leant forward and kissed me, “Welcome”.I kissed back and naturally rested my hands on her thighs. She moaned. I pushed my hands further up her thighs, testing the extent of the welcome. I reached her panties. I ran the back of my right hand across the front of her underwear, pressing a knuckle into her. She groaned into our kiss. She pushed me back. I stood still, rather surprised at her push. She stared right at me and then pulled her panties to one side.I looked down and saw a beautiful. It wouldn’t be right to ask Diane or Brenda to be a steady fuck for us, not that either one would mind,” he replied, joining her in bed.“I agree. I know who we can get.”“Who?”“Wendy!”“Wendy?” He was surprised.“Sure, you love fucking her don’t you?”“Of course I do.”“She has told us that her marriage is going bad and feels more and more comfortable coming over for you to fuck her and be with me in bed. I’ll be honest with you Dan, I’m falling in love with Wendy.”“Yeah, I am too.”“She reminds me.