The creekhad a bit more water in it than last time, and we could hear it purl asit flowed down from the nearby hills. Regardless, it was hardly anobst...acle of note for us, and we were soon past it and making our waythrough a thick patch of pine trees.After we had cleared most of the woods and were approaching the parkproper, I had finally gathered the courage to engage Faith in ahopefully earnest conversation. I wanted to hear her thoughts on asubject that had given me so much trouble lately."Do. “Please?” I open my thighs to her and scoot my hips forward, leaning back further into the sofa. Her first touches are tentative, almost imperceptible, but I know I’m oozing copiously. I stare with wonder at the rapturous expression on her face as she explores me slowly with her lips, tongue, and fingers. I gasp in pleasure, and she responds by increasing the energy of her explorations. The sensations are incredible. It does not matter, not in the slightest, that she lacks the confidence. “I remember. Tell me this, then; if you had never had those photos done, would we have found ourselves here for all of this…you know, for the hot tub part and everything that led to?” Allison seemed to ponder on that for awhile before answering. “You know, in all honesty, probably not! I guess maybe I discovered my inner exhibitionist. I hadn’t thought about it that way, but I think I would still have been too scared and shy - or modest or whatever - if I hadn’t discovered how natural it seemed. "I am happy to say that I was the reason the bunnies didn't end up in the stew pot. They got their reprieve because a huge possum caught himself in one of my snares. The thing had to have been four feet long from his nose to his rat-like tail. He wasn't real fat, but he weighed at least ten pounds or so.A possum is not the tastiest of animals, but I'd eaten one in my youth, and it hadn't killed me. The one I ate was one I shot with my 22 rifle when I was a kid. My grandmother had a strict.