“Just over that rise. Are you sure about this? Are you ready?” I nodded to both questions.We were arriving late afternoon on a Friday and planning...to stay the weekend, leaving by about mid-morning on Sunday for the return trip home. As expected by us, Friday night was awkward for everyone. We shared a nice country dinner with Frans and Arend, the other two boys arriving for their weekend visit later in the evening. Much of the conversation during the evening was polite and safe, but there was. So what was she now doing, travelling south to the outskirts of London on a dilapidated horse-drawn coach with eighteen other Jews, most of whom devoutly religious, to a kibbutz that had only recently been founded? What had persuaded her to seek refuge within her national and ethnic identity?Tamara had made a genuine effort to settle down to life as a care worker in Morecambe, but it could never be something she'd really want to do for the rest of her life. Tamara didn't need reminding that it. Finally, around 11 am we both got up and decided that after breakfast we’d go to town to rent a canoe and go canoeing on the Wisconsin River. The outfitter, whom according to our OutWisconsin book had stated, was also gay and was living with his lover. Our plan was to canoe for a few hours and then head back to the campsite. As we arrived at the outfitter just before noon, there were only a few canoes left. Surprisingly, just as we were about to enter the rental building, voila, there was. Carol knelt on the floor, pulled my boxer briefs down, and started sucking my cock. A moment later, Kim was next to my sister, sucking Bill’s dick.For the next half-hour, we changed partners, complying with the tipper’s requests. We took a break to have a drink and read the chats.“One of the viewers wants to see anal sex,” Kim said.“Bend over, I’ll fuck your sexy ass,” I said.Kim told the viewer how many credits were required. A moment later, the chime went off as the tipper met the request..