Bear Paw should be next.” After another mile, a path that looked like a rutted wagon trail from an old Western appeared. ‘Bear Paw Lane’, scarce...y readable on a hand painted plank nailed to a tree marked the turn off. Shifting into low gear, Sam negotiated the narrow culvert, and they proceeded slowly through the dark forest. The truck crawled forward, swaying side to side through puddles and over rocks. A patch of light grew larger, until they broke out into a panoramic view of a sparkling. I love how smooth his cock and balls feel as i slowly rub them and giving his soft cock a couple of tugs to coat his shaft and i felt a small but definate hardening again of his cock .it was barely half erect from his usual erections but hard enough for me to extract his cock head from his foreskin with one hand . his small groans were enough to show his enjoyment and my other hand soon began to knead his big balls as he held the edge of the bath and lent back as far as he could safely and. ”“Yes, I want you to!” I said, finally finding my forceful voice.“OK,” she said with a cute smile, “but only because you want me to.”I raced into the cabin and ran upstairs to my bedroom. When I came back down holly was inside. She had already brought up my laptop and was sitting in front of it.“They will be able to see you there!” I screeched. “I said wait outside.”“You wouldn’t want me to be outside all alone in the dark, would you?” she asked, trying to look all cute and innocent as she. She'd seemed all right when she came home. There had been trouble with the local authorites on our holiday abroad in the summer, and we'd been arrested by the police and accused of being spies. They were going to keep us there, hinting at interrogation and beatings. Suddenly I had been brought out of my cell and told I was being deported. Mom was being detained. They allowed us a last conversation, in which Mom told me she'd somehow made an agreement, that they would leave me out of it and.