My Summer Vacation
The Fantasy
Kiera and Stephy showed up around midnight with a couple bottles of Jaeger. They talked me into six rounds of body shots before Steph, as she typically does when hopped up on booze, pushed me to the floor and started gyrating above me, inviting me to gently lick the insides of her thighs. Meanwhile, Kiera's nimble fingers found their way to my crotch, deftly flicking my belt lose with just one hand [that old college trick of hers still winning over crowds across the nation] and began massaging me, coaxing me into a staggeringly impressive [for an Irish guy, anyway] erection. I opened my mouth to say something, only to have it filled up with Steph, who was slowly grinding herself to orgasm across my thick tongue. It was the first day of a week in the mountains. Things were good.
The Reality:
Ken: I think this is the last hot dog.
Kenette: Well, it's mine. You should have remembered to pack more.
Ken: I know. I know.
Kenette: [Looks at her watch.] Almost six o'clock. My mother should be here any minute.
Ken: I wonder if that tree would support a noose and two hundred and twenty pounds.
Kenette: What's that?
Ken: Nothing.
Kenette [scratching arms]: These black fly bites are killing me.
Ken: Hot dog's done.
Kiera and Stephy showed up around midnight with a couple bottles of Jaeger. They talked me into six rounds of body shots before Steph, as she typically does when hopped up on booze, pushed me to the floor and started gyrating above me, inviting me to gently lick the insides of her thighs. Meanwhile, Kiera's nimble fingers found their way to my crotch, deftly flicking my belt lose with just one hand [that old college trick of hers still winning over crowds across the nation] and began massaging me, coaxing me into a staggeringly impressive [for an Irish guy, anyway] erection. I opened my mouth to say something, only to have it filled up with Steph, who was slowly grinding herself to orgasm across my thick tongue. It was the first day of a week in the mountains. Things were good.
The Reality:
Ken: I think this is the last hot dog.
Kenette: Well, it's mine. You should have remembered to pack more.
Ken: I know. I know.
Kenette: [Looks at her watch.] Almost six o'clock. My mother should be here any minute.
Ken: I wonder if that tree would support a noose and two hundred and twenty pounds.
Kenette: What's that?
Ken: Nothing.
Kenette [scratching arms]: These black fly bites are killing me.
Ken: Hot dog's done.
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