And I have no choice but to get up and rush through these things. Undoubtedly coming close to an RTA at least once a day either on the way to work or ...on the way home because the roads are killer, and no one cares about how fast they go. (Yes, I will admit I can drive those roads too fast as well) And I spend the next eight hours of my day staring blankly at a disgusting yellow wall, thinking about what I am doing with my life, counting the days until I start Uni and how hopefully my life will. After all, it was one of our favourite games and we seldom had enough time to indulge it. To your mind, this camping expedition was starting off pretty well. “I’ll be back soon,” I assured you as I drifted off to get the ice box and make sure it was in deep shade. Your eyes are following me everywhere eagerly, thinking that soon things are going to be going your way. I positioned myself between your legs so that you could see me well, and then stripped off my top and shorts. Running an ice-cube. Both girls looked exhausted as Dottie began the third round in the down position, with Barb on top of her. Barb rode Dottie for almost a minute, but she couldn't turn her over until her third attempt, just as the referee's voice boomed out over the speakers, "Five minutes." Barb had Dottie on her back, but she didn't have her controlled, so she grabbed Dottie's pubic hair, and pulled as hard as she could. Dottie screamed. The suspended mic picked the noise up very clearly, and got her "I quit". He has also helped me get back in shape. I'm 6' 2" and now down to a trim 190#.) I knew that this weekend there would be a lot of backside action for all of us! I went in the house to grab some seasoning and found Terri leaned back against the kitchen counter with Sandra on her knees and her face buried in Terri's snatch. What a sight! I don't think they even knew I had come in. We finished cooking and did our best to eat the food we had prepared. I think the excitement of the weekend had built.