I knew that the last 5 years I did not want to repeat. We got into the house and a couple of cold ones were forced into our hands along with a large b...at in a small bun. That was rough. We were famished and thirsty and tired. And lonely too. A week in a canoe with the water, wild life and no electrical gadgets slows down your life. The background noise of life starts to drop off and you even get to hear what’s going on inside of you. I felt like I returned from a pilgrimage. It took about 15. Your moans arouse me as I slide my fingers into your crack. I tease your back entrance and listen to the sweet noises you make. My finger gently massages the lotion around the rim of your sphincter.Gently touching the outer ring, your cooing begins. Pulling my hand back, I pour lotion on my hands and rub them together to make it warm. I further moisten my finger by sliding it into my mouth. Making sure it's nice and wet from my saliva and the lotion, I move my hand back to continue my incessant. He would go ask his sister but there was no way he could walk into her room without his erection being so obvious. So, he slid the coupons into a book he was reading, put it on the nightstand, pulled out the bottle of hand lotion and jacked-off three times; not because it was three girls, no, it took him that much to calm himself down so he could sleep.It was the next morning, a Saturday when he came downstairs that he saw his sister eating her cereal at the kitchen table.She smiled at him and. The belly armor folded down and the inner panels moved aside, granting them access. Matt climbed inside, followed by the girls."This is where you run it from," Theresa said, running her hands over the remote manipulation armature."Yep. Close cockpit," Matt said. The walls, ceiling, and floor around them lit up with a view of the surrounding area. The doors slid shut, and their inner surface completed the display. The trees and the truck appeared much smaller than in real life. "This is.