His palm pressed mine over his hardness. To my amazement, he had left his briefs on. There was something right about it, less intimidating. As my hand... cupped his distended maleness through the drenched cotton, the pulse between my legs intensified, demanding to be relieved.Not yet. I found something much more interesting, and I hope he wants me to keep going."Does that help you at all?" he asked rhetorically.I broke into a delighted smile. "Yes." You can call me Mike, you know." An answering. She was a very attractive woman, out of his league and it was shocking. It didn't stop him from kissing her back, but it was so out of left field he didn't feel he did a good job.She finished the kiss and stood back, looking down at him. He didn't voice any of the number of question that were running around his head."Ambrose, I know this is unexpected, but I need you to take me to bed. Right now. Please. I need to feel something other than I feel right now. What I've read, it breaks my heart. She leaked nothing. I wonder where it all went.I rolled to her side and wrapped her in my arms and allowed myself to fall towards sleep. A few hours later, Renee woke, and her stirring woke me.“Pee.”I let her go to the bathroom and listened to the water being disturbed by her stream. I listened for the sound of the plop of globs of my cum hitting the water but heard none. Renee flushed and came back to bed.“Mick, I love you.”“I love you, my wife.”“Wife.”She wrapped her arms around me and threw. Fortunately, the vast majority of the flotsam and jetsam of unwashed masses of humanity ebbing and flowing in and out of the flimsy tents and into the murky alleys leading away from the solid anchor of the track were in some sort of trance like shell-shocked survivors of the heat of battle in the American Civil War. It was probably that constant struggle for survival in the midst of chaos that made them oblivious to their surroundings and that was a point in favor of our group being able to.