"Hello?" Faith said quietly, and started looking around for some type of threat. "Anybody here?" She stopped when she caught sight of a large tent d...rectly behind her. 'This is new,' she thought as she cautiously went inside. The tent was large and ornate, like something from the Arabian Knights. Inside Faith saw a single chair, that she felt compelled to go sit on. As she sat, the front flap of the tent closed and Faith suddenly found herself in complete darkness. . I don't even know who some of those people are. And in many ways you are a hero." What do you mean?" Well, what's a hero? Certainly not Superman or one of those cartoon folks. They're not real in any way. They're fantasy. Quatermain was a hunter who went on an expedition that was written about — he didn't go looking for criminals. Rassengyll went off on holiday to fish, if I recall. He was sucked into the whole Zenda adventure. You went off with Mr. Scott to help him. And you got pulled in and. Right behind them, to my shock, was Mr. Wickman getting out of his car, naked as the rest of us, grinning at me and carrying a sign that claimed SKIN IS IN. My parents showed up, naked of course, to support the cause, and their sign read BEING NAKED IS NATURAL. I couldn’t have been more grateful.With my nipples and Mr. Wickman’s erection leading the way, there must have been thirty of us marching naked through the town, showing people we wanted to live free of clothing. The police didn’t even. After setting her up with him at his house, our place and the hotel a few nights, Sergio and I felt she'd let him take her anytime, anywhere because of her comments to me after that very first time we had swapped our girlfriends. She said she had never had a cock that big in her and that Sergio had a hell-of-a-time just getting it in her tight pussy. Only a little over half of his cock got in that first time as it was too painful she said. She also said though the night I had his girlfriend and.