He asked me how I was feeling. I was super hung over and not looking forward to working. We got to the site and he told me to hop in the back of the v...n and grab the wrenches out of his tool box. I went to his tool box in the back of the van like he told me. I opened it. There staring me in the face was my pink bra and panties and blonde wig. I froze. He swung open the van door. I snooped in your dresser last night. He said. Here's what's gonna happen, Im gonna give you 3 minutes to put that on. A few months passed since her confession to me. She'd turned 18 and was sorting university out. I had shown restraint and respect and had even mentioned a few of things to her Mum. Obviously not the masturbation. More the clothing and attitude problem. My missus just told me its normal teenage girls for you. I continued my restraint.It was coming up to April. My 42nd birthday. I'd been surprised with a weekend away to the lake district, Center Parcs. Me, my woman, Laura and her somewhat foppy. The image of that large cock protruding through the hole was burned into her mind. She replayed the vision of spewing jism over and over in her imagination. In her entire life, Jill had only seen one adult male penis--her husband's. She didn't have brothers and seeing her Dad's was unthinkable. She actually didn't see Jack's very often either. They always discretely turned off the lights when they made love."You got hard watching those movies, didn't you? You liked it, didn't you?" Jill teased. We kept this up as long as we could stand it without cumming, surely at least ten minutes had passed. I unzipped the tent enough to gather our clothes and noticed that the campfire had been deserted. What the fuck? Listening closely I could hear the faint sounds of love making coming from the other tent. Son of a bitch, we'd been set up. I looked down to the base of the opening where our clothes should be. The operative word is "should". "They got us." What do you mean", Bonny asked."They are.