As Cam paused to watch a man carve abear out of a log with a chain saw, saw the rude Charlotte woman with theRV from the day before. She was set up wi...th canopy in front of her RVdisplaying all sorts of faux mystical items. Cam wander closer and sawNative American dream catchers made from plastic glitter dolphins,incense burners, glass crystals, and a deluge of plated mystical jewelry.As Cam was looking at the gaudy collection of fakery the rude woman ownerdressed in an even gaudier lose fitting. ‘Hey, your phone’s ringing,’ Amy said from under the black fabric. Tracy emerged from the closet with a vintage jacket in her hand, and met her eyes. ‘That’s weird: it’s John. I wonder why he’s calling. Hello?’ Amy watched intently as a grin spread over her friend’s face. ‘Why yes,’ Tracy said. ‘I understand. Mmm hmmm… Oh really? And when did you become the fashion police?’ Tracy laughed, then listened, making eye contact with Amy. ‘Well, I’ll ask her myself.’ Tracy turned her face from the. I don’t know if my heart and my eyes consulted on this before they told you, but it doesn’t matter now, the truth is there to see. I try to look away from you, afraid that the message will bounce back in the reflection of your eyes and burn me, but I cannot, I need to check something. I need to see if “you’re mine”. I always struggle to understand the differences between men and women but fundamentally we are the same when all is said and done. We just behave differently for a while. We both got up to dress and he said maybe we'd see each other for dinner that night and I agreed maybe so. After Bob left, I took a shower and realized how euphoric the evening and night was and my cock was still rock hard. Laying in bed, sleep seemed to elude me because I knew I wanted to go further than a hand job. Watching Bob's cum explode out of his dick earlier kept passing through my mind as I began to subconsciously stroke my cock. Again, it didn't take long to but I did something I'd.