For that answer she said “how u know exactly”. I just said I am imagining. Then proceeded my conversation further and I said your blouse color is ...also yellow color blouse. For that she said “ur imagination is wrong. (The color of the blouse which I told is wrong). Then I asked “which color then”, she said “color of blouse is orange” which she was wearing at that time. Then I said my imagination is wrong this time. She said “you are almost near to that color which I am wearing”. Then I got green. Of course she knew me, being my best friend for years, but somehow I felt she was telling me things I'd always thought I'd hidden well. And of course she was suggesting that somehow those things meant I could be into spanking! "The brash women," continued Jen, "usually just plays around with it a bit. The other kind needs it hard and and severe." Jen!" So," she said, "I was merely curious."Of all things. I guess we sat there for a moment and I was too embarrassed to speak. "Well, not me," I. Usually while I was playing with Jeremy’s dick as we lounged on the sofa watching TV. Jeremy always stayed quiet, gently squeezing my tits and nipples, as I chatted with Rick, while continuing to fondle and stroke Jeremy’s shaft. I wasn’t surprised to find that talking with Rick while jerking Jeremy’s cock always made Jeremy hard. So by the time Rick and I were done talking, Jeremy was fully erect and ready to fuck. It was interesting that this situation seemed to have the same effect on me. By. Sometimes they just stopped by for a cold beer. We had a rope that we hung between two trees across the road when we wanted to be left alone and everyone respected that simple sign.Unfortunately, some years later when I was a young adult my father lost his life in an accident. My mother never went back to the camp; it just opened painful memories and she could not imagine being there without him. She was happy to let me use it any time I liked, however. My buddies and I would run to the camp.