‘What did you find?’ ‘Nothing, except a bear skull and some old signs painted on the wall.’ ‘Could you read them?’ ‘Not well,’ he ans...ered, ‘they’re very old, a script I did not recognise.’ ‘Do you have anything with you to make light?’ she asked him. He felt in the pouch tied to his waist. ‘I have three sticks of beeswax with pressed linen wicks.’ He brought them out and laid them before her on the blanket. ‘Were you told to bring them with you?’ He shook his head. ‘I always carry such. “Feel free to use the shower if you need it,” the receptionist offered. “When you’re ready, you may remove your clothes and relax on the table. Your masseuse will be with you shortly.”***After a nice hot shower, I laid on my back on the table, naked but for the white sheet wrapped around my waist. I was almost dozing when I heard the door open. I lifted my head and looked. When I saw her, I was instantly wide awake.The masseuse stepped in and shut the door behind her. She looked incredible. Her. For most of her freshman year, Lindsay was maintaining a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend from High School. They had just started having sex the summer before she left, and it was quite the thrill for both of them, but it also masked a lot of issues that should have told them both they weren't right for each other. Either way, around the end of the year, they figured it out and went their separate ways, but by that time, something primal had been awoken in Lindsay. She was no. “Is there a bathroom in this place?”“Yes. Across the hall.”Thad smiled, and Marcella watched him leave the room, his cock and balls swayingheavily.Luckily neither the farmer nor his wife was in the hall when he crossed it to the John.He stood in front of the commode and vigorously pissed.A cool shower cleansed him and put him in fine fettle so that, when he returned toMarcella’s bedroom, with a towel wrapped about his lean form, his penis hadreturned to a state of near-turgidity, arching.