You were nice to pick me up at the airport, and the flowers were lovely, but when you offer to carry a lady’s single suitcase, you shouldn’t immed...ately just hand it over to a bellhop. I could just as easily have carried it myself. But you had to get back to work, and I understood, so I didn’t make a big deal of it. Except now, well, now I see a pattern. ‘Her name’s Brooke, Ben. Her name is Brooke, and she’s just trying to work her way through college, and she was really grateful for the tip. “AWWWummmm,” I moan softly, relishing the mental image I created. She reaches back and gently pushes me away from her as she puts down the liner and picks up her lipstick. “Please. I have to get ready.” I lean back against her again, pushing my hard dick against her butt. God, it feels so good, I clasp her tightly around the waist and press my dick against her, making her lose her balance. “I just sat on you yesterday,” she says angrily. “I have to get ready to go!” I release my grip around her. The place felt like it was floating on air to me. A few people had left but several were still there partying. There were more girls than guys and I noticed at least few girls coupled up and making out with each other. After awhile Hartley took three girls down stairs to his “sex room.” By then Jennifer was sitting snuggled up with me in a large chair. Brittany was asleep in another chair. I am not sure what time it was when anything happened but at some point Jennifer decided to call a cab to. It was one of those sites where you park in one location and carry your gear back to the site, itself. This gives the camper the added benefit of being even further removed from what little traffic there is in the campground. We started to hoof our gear back to the site and ended up passing each other several times along the trail. As is my custom, I would often reach out and touch her as we passed. It's just my way of letting the other person I know they're there and I'm glad they are. I like.