But we have a while. Let’s pop in the shower and I’ll get us some breakfast. Now that I remember what sex with a man was like, I’m thinking I’...ll want to do it some more.”I pulled on my sweatpants after we got out of the shower. We hadn’t tried to make love while we got cleaned up but we did a lot of kissing and exploring of each other’s bodies. Nanette stood about five-four and had brown hair, brown eyes, brown nipples, and dark brown pubic hair. She was all woman.“I keep plucking the gray. .. regular, regular, not too fast. Not too slow. Just right to keep you boiling. Hah, your pot is boiling over - all this juice everywhere, such a slut you are. In... out... I bet if I asked you if I should stop, you couldn't decide. Never mind. Not stopping. In.. out, in..."Laura's mind simply can't take it any more, and she falls into a semi-faint, drifting for long moments, feeling detached from her body, unthinking. But when she starts to come back, not knowing how much time has passed,. With her away, I was finally being roped into one of the infamous fishing excursions by Drake and my dad. It was early autumn, and with a long weekend upon us and the Monday being a public holiday, my dad insisted that I accompany them. The thought of sleeping in a tent and using public ablutions for three days, was more than I could bear.When we arrive in ‘hell,’ my dad and brother observed that the place is not very busy for this time of year, and there were only a half dozen other tents. ” “Hmmm, that’s very interesting,” I said as I sipped my flavored water. His exaggerated response was almost comical. “Now why is that?” “Well, you don’t pursue married women, but is it okay that you make them wet?” I asked innocently. “I do no such thing,” he smirked. “Oh really? I have to disagree with you there.” My dimpled cheek flirted with him.He took another bite of his food. “Go on, expand on that please.” “Well, most of our interactions result in me having some…moisture.” My words.