Gary winced as another branch whipped across his face. Damn it, it should have gone better, or he should have been better prepared.When he got to wher... the trail split off in three directions, he stopped the bike and hide it in the under brush. Retrieving a backpack that he had placed there earlier, he quickly made his way up the left trail, going back up the mountain. Finally he saw his destination. It was a little wash that ran with water down the middle of it. It was not deep, and would. Open and crusty.’ ‘You were pretty damp, more like sopping wet, gushing even.’ ‘Steve never ever made me that wet. Last night I slipped him a blue pill hoping for some of that ‘if you have an erection lasting more than 4 hours’ stuff. Glad my fingers stay hard.’ ‘Grab some coffee and take a load off.’ ‘What you reading?’ ‘One of my dirty books. Listen to this.’ ‘Susan’s girlfriend jams two fingers deep into her hot wet cunt and presses hard against her G-spot starting massive convulsions, her. We got them to meet us at our booth and I was again surprised to find that behind the curtain was a locked door that could be left fully open if you wanted to allow all-comers. We didn’t. We all went inside and closed and re-locked the door. The booth had a small raised area and a few chairs against the wall. There was a discrete door at the opposite end to the entrance. “It’s your first time, so your treat Alan,” said Jack and he motioned to me to sit on a chair that he placed on the raised. The knocking stops. So I jump in the shower. I hear a door slam shut and someone running thru my house. It's 9:30pm on a Friday. Paying no attention to this because friends of mine pass thru jus to grab food and shit. Someone knocks on the bathroom door. "I'm in the shower" I announce. And the knocking stops. "Hello?" I ask awaiting a reply. Nothing. The door opens. And a woman climbs in the shower with me. No idea who the hell she is but she's hot as hell and I say to her "who the hell are.