I kept my eyes aimed in the direction of where the boat had traveled, hoping that Bob would wake up, realize I was gone, and come back to rescue me. M... legs muscles burned, as did my arms and my neck. I tried to remove the heavy sundress weighing me down, but I couldn’t undo the wet knot tied at the nape of my neck without my head going under water. I was tired, and my focus was foggy. I attempted to shiver to stay warm, but I was too fatigued to do so. I had to keep myself awake and my head. Implicit inerotic stories of all kinds are the writer's (and the reader's)attitudes, beliefs, biases, dreams, fears, hopes, preferences,prejudices, thoughts, and values. In the first paragraph of my essay, Iidentify many of my own peculiar interests, openly and explicitly.But, even if I hadn't done so, if you read any of my essays, novels,poems, or short stories, you would discern for yourself, readily enough,these same interests, along with what might be regarded as an obsessionwith such. He slowly crept down the walkway until he came to the stall next to the girls. He quietly slipped into it, crouching down and peered thru the slats.From my vantage point, directly above them all, I almost laughed. Slowly, he undid his overalls and let them drop down exposing his semi-hard cock. His hand started stroking on it as he watched the girls. Ashley, my sister, had gotten up on all fours, spread her friend Roses legs apart, and was lapping at it with her hands on her breasts. From my. Athletic guy was telling them to come on up and check it out. Apparently there was a set of stairs on that end of the loft. While Andie was getting slammed by the fat black guy, she turned her head to see another black guy, the two Samoans and three of the Mexicans, she started to complain, and told athletic guy to "get these guys out of here". Athletic guy laughed and said that she was the unofficial entertainment for the reunion. The new guys also told her that no one had seen her husband for.