I put on a movie and started preparing for an evening of butt sex. I fucked myself for about two hours when I finall erupted in an earth shattering an...al orgasm spraying cum all over my hand which I promptly ate. Worn out but still feeling horny, I put the buttplug up my ass and st****d it in with the harness. I put on my pants and checked in the mirror to make sure the bulge in the back of my pants would not be noticed. I headed out to go across the street to get a drink and watch some dancers.. I remembered her being in bed with a whole bunch of guys, or at least seeing a whole bunch of naked guys surrounding her while she fucked a couple of them. I got hot acid in the pit of my stomach at that thought. It hit suddenly, and it burned. I tensed. I felt nauseous. I dropped my head to the pillow again, closing my eyes like a dying man. Had Charlotte really fucked a whole roomful of guys?Ouch. The memory hurt worse than the hangover. It was vague, a mere blur of flesh, lots of flesh, but. I took my punishment for lossing my bike and clothes, even though I explained how it wasn't my fault. A couple of days later a friends father brought my bike home, saying it was found behind a store in the middle of town. After the return of the bike mom calmed down a bit, and let me go riding. After a week at home trying to duplicate what he did with me, I wanted to feel him do it again. I rode my bike to his house, and gave him a hug. He hugged and kissed me. I told him I wanted to play our. Helen excitedly pointed out bighorn sheep on the rock cliffs just west of the Eisenhower tunnel. After about an hour, she turned off at Frisco and headed south. Soon, we were rolling into Breckenridge, a beautiful ski town located in a breathtaking valley at almost 10,000 feet elevation. We cruised into Breckenridge just as the sun was setting over the ski mountains.Helen drove to the Breckenridge Brewing Company, and we downed two large mugs of the best micro-brew I had ever tasted,.