I didn't give it too much thought as the weeks went by but did think about Carianne as the weeks went on. One time I heard the door open to the bath h...use and foot steps in and around but who ever it was didn't use the toilets or the standard shower and then left. I thought to myself it was just a park ranger checking the facility, and laughed at my eagerness for this encounter. It was 9 weeks later, I was back in the bath house taking my shower as usual when the curtain to my shower moved. I. Thanking me she walks away and I savoured those few steps out the door. About five minuets later I’m sitting in my study hard as a rock listening to the shower run, imagining Carmen naked with water running all over her body I wonder how her breasts feel under my hands… I think to myself as I pour myself yet another drink drinking it slowly as I lightly rub my hardness over my jeans. A few hours and a few more drinks later after I heard Carmen go to bed I decide I need a shower, so I head. He said it’s ok.As I took out my Harley Davidson Iron 880 out and packed all my stuff to reach Beth’s place. I was to leave when my lucky neighbor aunty called me and that she needed help. I thought it was a normal to help. But it was not. She had an intention to fuck me at that very moment as she needed it badly. I said I was in a hurry and my aunt is calling me and I need to leave. She didn’t feel disappointed but told me when you get back I’ll be waiting for you. I said ok and started off.I. The Concorde was too bloody expensive to run and then there was that doomed Air France flight. So, Mr. Weeks flew to London with the masses. The only difference was the people he worked for could afford to send him First Class (Still no bimbo flight attendant though).The moving sidewalk carried Mr. Weeks to the main terminal where he went through customs. He was concerned for a moment, but the two plastic atomizers that looked like markers passed through without a problem. That was good,.