Turning toward where she heard the sound, she could just make out someone coming through the trees with a flashlight, and heading in her direction.The...light kept coming, and she held up a hand when it shined in her eyes."Sorry," a voice that she recognized called out, and the light moved down to the ground.Hmmm. Interesting, she thought, because the voice sounded like the one that had been talking about her when she eavesdropped behind the tent earlier. Unfortunately, the moment of excitement. So yeah, he did." Then you're the one who has to decide his fate and what to do next.However, before you make a decision I'd like you to ring this number."She handed him a business card containing only a phone number."What is this?" he asked, frowning."Medical science has done all it can for your comrade. Ring that numberand you might find an alternative source of hope." I don't understand what you're telling me." I'm not authorised to say any more. Just ring the number. What do youhave to. Like all the rest, her cunt was doing its spastic dance around my swollen penis. I could never get over how a vagina would involuntarily do something that gave so much pleasure to me while doing the same to the owner. They could all see and hear her orgasmic reactions. Since it looked like there might be an encore with a different one, I did everything I could to forestall my own release. The rubber helped.Nobody seemed to think I was in charge even as the oldest. All questions were directed at. I know three or four times when I went back to LA over the winter, I'd ask about Buddha, and he was never around, and after a few years I just didn't ask any more." Well, I wasn't," Buddha said. "Most of that must have been when I was working on my bachelor's and my master's. After I finished up college, there just weren't any jobs in my field, so I decided to go surfing and see the country a little, and for some reason I decided to check out the surfing scene in Florida, what there was of it..