I mumble my response into your penis, and while my words were lost, I’m certain my intentions were not. We continue this way for a few minutes, whil...e you bridge the gap between dream and reality. After a happy eternity, I feel your tug on my shoulder. ‘Get up here, you.’ As I rise to obey your command, I see that the sparkle has returned to its rightful owner. On my way to you I slide my body sensually across yours and capture this moment in indelible ink, The look in your eyes, the feel our. “Oh, that’s Ralph,” sheanswered my unasked question. “He’s my husband.”“Husband?!” I repeated. As soon the word left my mouth, Irealized that my tone of surprise might hurt the oldguy’s feelings. But Rhonda just snickered and hit me inthe arm playfully.“Yeah, that’s my Ralph,” she sighed. She reached acrossthe table and brushed her painted fingernail across hislips. “Honey, be a pumpkin and go play the jukebox. "Yes dear, I said hold it in." Excuse me? Hold what in?" Your pee. I'm telling you to hold your piss sweety."I was shocked. Who the hell did this woman think she was? Who is she to tell me when or when not to piss?"What's it to you lady if I piss or not?" Because I don't want you to." But... but I have to." I said dumbly, not knowing what else to say."You may have to, but I'm telling you not to dear."Ohh it was beginning to really hurt, I really needed to pee. Why was this lady even bothering. ” My instant reaction of course was to look straight up. That was when I saw them. Two, tall, heavy-set black men, who were cutting across the grass clearing, straight in our direction. I don't know who was more surprised really, Chris or myself. In the 8 months we had been coming here we had seen all of maybe 3 people. “Our Spot” as we had come to call it was an old, abandoned, overgrown reserve, down by the lake.Our Secret SpotIt was only accessible by foot, down a narrow path at the end of.