By noon, all in the tent were awake and the entire tent was again echoing with loud moans and screams of “FUCK ME’, ‘YES… YES’, ‘AHH…AHH...��, and what not.By the night of next day, when our food and alcohol ended, we all decided to head back to our homes. Most of the girls left with boys. There were many instances where one girl was sitting on a bike sandwiched between three boys. It was not wrong to assume that those would have got fucked a few more times before they would have reached their. The first week of the holidays I spent almost completely on my own. Not wanting to go to Dereks and face his brother, not that he had done anything wrong. It was on the Saturday of the middle weekend that I found out that I would be spending a lot more time with the both of them. My parents were going to visit relatives in London for the remainder of the week and I was to go and stay with Derek and Jordan for that time. As Jordan was 17, my parents acknowledged that he was more than capable of. ‘I was worried sick you fuckheads!’ ‘We understand,’ Nightwing replies. ‘But I suggest you refrain from referring to me as ‘fuckhead’ in the future, Elf.’ ‘Oh, shut up you overgrown titty-lizard,’ Demetra grumbles, laying on her back again. ‘Ugh, I feel like shit…’ ‘Yeah, I’d imagine so,’ I mutter, before catching a whiff of my own scent. ‘Geeze – I’m gonna take a quick bath after we eat…I smell like shit.’ ‘I’m sure you do,’ Demetra grumbles as she returns to her books. I roll my eyes as. "Only briefly Gina, you know I suspect quite a number of our viewing audience and a fair share of the crowd at the bowl will enjoy seeing ... shall we say ... more of you."By this stage Gina Stuart of the Condors was topless and she was in the process of sliding a pair of tight fitting hot pink jeans over her the splendid curve of her hips and the delicious roundness of her bottom invitingly clad in a pair of lacy white panties. Once the jeans were off her feet and over her left arm she stood.