her!" I tidied up some before we sat down to eat. We both shoveled food into our gaping mouths like starving gluttons. So much for nausea. We sat and contentedly digested our satisfying meal before scurrying about to prepare ourselves for the day. Both of us favoring specialized underwear for the occasion, we scrutinized each other in the altogether one last time before the end of the day.

The outings of the next two days were a feast for the eyes. Gorgeous mountain and valley scenes, the trail sporadically leading to a meandering flowing river source, sometimes even in rapids. Clearings would dissolve away to majestic forests and arboreal patches, populated by tall firs and spruces with an occasional mix of glittering aspens. Once every couple of hours we would encounter a party of hikers, often families. Bob, who at least had the sense to leave aside his cowboy boots in favor of sensible hiking shoes, would play the courtly gentleman. He would always tip his Stetson hat and nod to any female regardless as to age. His respectful courtesies were disingenuous. When just out of earshot, for more than half of them, he would lewdly speculate what they would probably look like naked. He would seek my advice about the best techniques to successfully seduce them and what sexual congress they might enjoy. Over time, these impious detailed considerations extended to many of the men and boys.

"I'll bet that mama over there has a bush on her snatch so thick, a guy would be tickled silly before he could get his cock in her." Protesting a possible inaccuracy, I reminded him that she had her offspring in her company. "I thought she was supposed to be an unmarried auntie. Probably the kind of dyke that can tickle another girl's clit and make her cum from two feet away." Nobody could make merry better than this dude.

"Did you see the way that kid back there kept straightening his shorts? That is a sure sign that he is probably already hung bigger than a horse, even though he hasn't grown any dick weed yet." I contradicted him only to generate an outlandish response. "No, I'm serious. You remember what I told you last night. The kid in elementary school who was always squirming in his seat was hung like that. In the locker room after gym we would all gather around to stare just as he was taking off his underpants. The damn snake would flop out and practically reach the floor. You wouldn't want to let yourself be fucked up the ass by something like that. Might make for an interesting blowjob, though."

Nudging me on the shoulder, "do you remember what I told you about the pissed off volleyball coach who walked in on us one day?" I nodded in the affirmative. "Well I figure she must've caught a glimpse of what he had between his legs there because a couple of years later she managed to get herself transferred to the high school. When he became a freshman, rumors flew around that she would drop dirty little love notes to him through the slits in his locker." Laughing and giggling, I would tell him that he must of thought he could sell me every bridge in New York. I appreciated that he had a one-track mind that worked like mine.

As the sun began to sink in the western sky, Bob mapped out our route home. "You know, I usually kind of regret it near the end of