Woh bhi slow slow karte hue bahar chali gayi. woh safai kar chuki thi and jaane wali thi. usne mujhse kaha ki main jaa rahi hoon shaam ko aayungi …�...��….. maine tabhi usko bol sunita andar aayo. woh chup chaap aa gayi. woh sharma rahi thi. boli – haanji, maine bola yahan baitho. woh chup chap baith gayi. maine usse kaha tumhe pta hai tum kinni shundar ho. woh sharmane lagi. phir maine uska haath pakad liya. woh nervous hone lagi. boli kya kar rahe ho.Maine bola tum haath laga rha hoon. maine apna. As I neared the point of no return, Grace slowed her movements, building my arousal by every smaller increments. Just as I reached the edge, my back starting to arch off the bed, she stopped with me buried deep in her and just rocked her hips slightly until I relaxed a bit. Again she drove me to the edge and again she held me there and then pulled me back. She was smiling and so was I. ‘Getting your own back, eh?’ ‘What’s sauce for the goose …’ ‘Your sauce is all over this gander.’ ‘This goose. The guys weren't supposed to touch, but Mitch the manager had his own rules, and the main one was if it made him money, it was okay. So the guys could pet Carlos all they pleased, so long as they didn't pull off his g-string - without paying anyway. He stayed on his haunches, gyrating slowly just like Mitch had shown him, his arms gripping the pole high above his head, to show off his shaved and muscular arms to the audience, and keep him nice and exposed for the VIP gropers. Another guy. I couldn't see how I would be able to get the canoe and pack across the portage so that I could return to my camp.The woman, who had come to my aid, put out her hand and introduced herself as Dawn. Instantly my mind began racing, Dawn, the start of a new day. What a beautiful name. I immediately had visions of early morning sunrises. I could hear birds singing their morning songs. I could smell the sweetness of the early morning. Then reality kicked in.She was up here with two other guys and.