The sound of the rushing water was soporific; he was asleep before night fell and didn’t awaken until about six a.m. He did a few exercises after co...oking himself breakfast, and then packed up camp.Given the noise the Harley made when the engine was running, he rolled the loaded bike along the camp road to the top of the small hill and then coasted down the hill towards the exit from the campground. By the time he needed to start his engine, he was well clear of the other campers.Dave headed. He visited most every Sunday and usually gave me a dollar to go to the movies. Doesn't sound like much now, but back then it was thirty five cents for the ticket. For the remaining sixty five cents I could get a popcorn, candy bar and a cold drink. It made for a good day.One Sunday in the spring of 1957 I went to the movies to see the latest Elvis Presley movie, Jailhouse Rock. I was a fan and was looking forward to the movie. Elvis always had nice looking babes in his movies. Disaster. I came in for some joking as they couldn't believe a "mere male" was able to design such an amazing bedroom. I might've been a god, but I was still only a male. In this case, a male who'd shamelessly copied other people's good ideas, but I didn't tell them that. To be fair to myself - a highly justifiable practice - I'd added quite a few good ideas of my own, which the house had described to the women during their poking around:Mirrors could show the viewer what they looked like from any point. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning. I trailed one finger down my wet pussy, and pushed it inside. Carefully, I went in and out, trying not to go too fast, but definitely trying to go as deep as I could.Opening my eyes to catch another glimpse at him, I stopped cold. He was staring straight at me; the faintest hint of a smile on his face. The rest of the class was taking notes. His brown eyes seemed to burn into me, and I could almost feel him undressing me with them. (Not that it would be.