There was an audience for this performance, too; all of them men, and all of them well into middle age, judging from the bulging bellies. At least the...y sported deep tans. One guy was jerking his cock rapidly. Another had lain down on the sand and was trying to peer between the humping man's legs."I don't think so," I said to Tim. "Let's head back and join that nice couple we met."They welcomed us with big grins and introduced themselves: Renata and John. They lived locally and were totally into. Then they went quiet and it was just soft noises and sometimes a “Mhmmm” and a “Ooh” and even a “That feels so good” and “Don't stop”, and I had my eyes closed and I was just enjoying it and it was like listening to a symphony or something and I was masturbating and changing the way I did it every time it went from one movement to another.And suddenly I knew I just had to see. I got out of bed and tiptoed to the door and the room was really dark and I was trying to remember if there was. I guess the weather will be pretty mild." They got a team in Acapulco?" she asked."Nope. Not even close. I gather most of the clubs are in an agricultural area. My team is called the "Orange Growers," and there are other ones called "Tomato Growers, Cotton Growers, Sugarcane Growers." You sure this is a baseball league? It sounds more like a farmers' cooperative." Well, the names sound better in Spanish. I'm going to be a 'Naranjero.' ... More romantic-sounding than 'Orange Grower, ' isn't it?". The sound of four hundred crossbows firing simultaneously in the tight confines of the pass was impressive and the High King's men could feel the passage of the wall of bolts close above their heads.Everywhere men tried to drop to the ground, realising quickly what it was that was whistling over their heads.Scott waved a Saltire flag and his men on the ground began to winch the balloon back along the Pass. Now both Scott and Gabrain began to pump oil out of the basket at a steady rate on both.