"He stopped, cleared his throat and began again."I do apologize Madame Helen, but I am unused to quite so much ... uh, um ... conversation."His voice ...railed off and his face flushed crimson.As the woman cackled with delight, her visage wrinkled even more than it had previously."Yes," she spat out between guffaws, "I do suppose I talk too much."The boy shook his head as his eyes widened."Oh no, Madame! I simply am not used to people. Nor am I used to anyone wishing to speak with me. I suppose. Steak tonight! We were exhausted after spending a very long day getting the place ready for the first invasion of kids the next day. We were junior counselors at a summer camp, this was my second year, Robert’s first. We walked to dinner together and while eating spent our time talking to two girls who were counselors at the girls camp across the lake. One of them, a vivacious brunette named Fran, made it a point to mention to Robert that there was a nice clearing between the girl counselor’s. ” T: “I squat behind your sopping wet rear…your nectars have made it deliciously slick and I love the feeling of it as I pull your cheeks apart and guide my bulbous head to the opening. I adjust my height and assure myself that I will not harm you with the next move; all is well and I thrust into you with savage lust; the base of my cock slams against your loins at once as ten inches fill you like you have never felt before, and then it begins.” T: “Pounding rhythm. “CARL! BEHIND YOU!” Marilyn was still screaming, and I turned to see what her problem was. As I did, a third guy swung at me, and he wasn’t carrying any purses; he was carrying a large knife! Apparently, the team was actually three guys, two black and one white, with one being the backup for the other two. The knife flicked past me twice, as I backpedaled and screaming women blocked my path. Jesus Christ, what a clusterfuck!My attacker seemed to know what he was doing and was feeling aggressive.