Not that she particularly objected to Clive getting an eyeful of camp friends’ boob, but some of the younger, more impressionable campers might be u...set. Or they might simply revel in it and joyfully tell how ‘Tracey Malone and Jilly held me down and tore all my clothes off; oh! Just the top Mama, nothing rude, and they found my ribbon and then Clive walked past and saw me and then I got dressed and went for a shower and it was such fun and ... what? Clive? Oh he was the camp boy. Nooo not camp. 'Otherwise I'll really be out on a limb by myself. I'm reasonable attractive but eventually age will put on the wrinkles, my tits will sag and my cunt will be very undesirable'. She giggled to herself at the use of the word 'cunt' for in a way it was the word 'fuck' said on a previous visit that made her decide that Rick was going to be the man that was going to explore between her thighs and it was his cock she was going to suck dry.As for Rick, all day long he considered his situation, for. He set a little hand mirror on top of that.He folded his arms and glanced between me and his watch every few moments like he expected something to happen."How do you feel?" he asked."Fine I guess," I said but just then my stomach went all queasy on me like I was on a roller coaster ride. My feet suddenly withdrew from the floor as if I'd shrunk up a little, and my clothes started feeling a bit large for me now. "I feel funny now..." That's common. You'll feel A LOT better in a minute. Trust. "Yes," she sighed and collapsed on the couch. "Did you get any last night?" No," I chuckled as I filled a mug, "he was a disaster." I walked into the living room and found Katie on the couch in a pair of khaki shorts and a white top. She looked tired."I told you those websites are shit," she smiled up at me and took the steaming mug, "thanks."Katie and I had been neighbors for over a year but we had only met a few months before. We were both coming home on a Friday night, early Saturday.