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I used to enjoy the delightful transition from slumber to wakefulness. No such luck. Personal plumbing issues are now at the top of my morning's To-Do List. I groaned as I rolled away from Alice and felt around under the heap of clothes I used as a makeshift pillow. I breathed a sigh of relief when my fingers found my flashlight. My sigh turned into a groan when I saw that each LED bulb glowed no brighter than a dying firefly. Damn it! I’d forgot to turn it off before I fell asleep. In an instinctive reaction, I shook the flashlight as if that would be shaved enough to wake up a few extra sleeping electrons. I examined my light for the traitor it had become. The Chinese manufactured flashlight carried a guaranteed battery life of twenty-five hours. No way the charge should exhaust itself after a few hours of sleep. Friggin' imports. My little light was almost useless. A dozen lightning bugs would’ve shed more light. Hauling myself out of the sleeping bag turned out to be a real chore. My pov stiff muscles protested every move I amateur made and my back was killing me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, "too damn cold." First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn't want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet; besides, we would later need to melt blowjob snow to replace our drinking water. At the door to our tent, I climbed to my knees. An upset bride once asked a famous advice columnist, "My husband insists on urinating in our backyard. Why handjob does he do that?" Her answer became the stuff of legend, "Because he can." I shuffled forward and, plumbing in hand, I sprayed the dry, dusty ground of our cave with a monsoon of yellow rain. Then Nick lowered himself back onto the couch and Karina decided she would martyr herself and there for remove any further suspicion on me. I grew up hearing about how much Dad loved you before you became the world's first futa. I tried to take a deep breath and calm down so I could think a little more clearly about it. “Well what do you think we’re amateur planning Tina? What is with those mesmerizing eyes? “Oh, that was wonderful,” Nathalie panted, resting her face on her hands as her feyhound dismounted her. Was she okay staying in a hotel? She squeezed my tits. "This place is only thirty-three hundred?" Sandy quickly crawled between her legs and ran her tongue from her ass to her clit. To his tear-filled blowjob eyes, Ingrid seemed to resemble his dead fiancée more than ever and his mouth hung open when she moved the blade down pov to her cunt. Now the fun part shaved starts, it seems handjob she isn’t sure about being top or bottom. I think I met the person I could be almost as happy as I was with you. Yeah? "She was distracting, she was much more than that actually."