“I need to think about us, what we did the other night. I enjoyed myself a lot. A lot more than I expected, and I’m not sure how she would like kn...wing about us, and I’m not ready to give up what we did, and …I guess I’d like to do what we did again...”I’d be lying if I said my heart wasn’t beating faster. Going from a sinking feeling of disappointment to a surprising feeling of happiness sat hearing his words. I shocked him, and myself as I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.THAT. The truth is that you simply wish to be alone with your thoughts. Dusk comes swiftly in the Texas hills, the last rays of sun yielding to the purplish gloom that engulfs everything around you. You find the cabin comfortable, and after a long shower – oh, to get rid of the tiredness that could be serious hiking aches tomorrow – you put on your nightie and curl up in bed to read a bit. Tiredness tugs at your eyes very early, and you snap off the light and snuggle under the blanket, enjoying the. “It takes a little time for your eyes to adjust.”“Damn!” Al muttered.As he turned away, the others looked closer.“It’s Quichoq!” Etta announced. “Once again, our leader is spot on in his wild-assed speculations.”“Maybe,” Gary cautioned, “but he doesn’t look pleased. It looks like someone kicked his favorite puppy.”“Isn’t that how he always looks? He’s not exactly your cheerful type,” Betty ventured, which produced a few chuckles.“Hopefully it means he was unsuccessful,” Al said, “but it. With the end away from the stem suspended over the sink, I very carefully cut a hole in it there that I knew would just barely admit the head of my hard dick, then even more carefully beveled the edges of the hole until it's edges were smooth and rounded. The last step was to push a broom handle in about 5", crushing the meat of the melon as the juice drained out into the sink; I then rinsed and dried it, and carried it to and placed it on the towels on my bed! By now, it was coming up on 9:00.