They did the full works again, hair dyed once more jet black and curledwith very old-fashioned looking rollers, pedicure and manicure plus thesemi-per...anent makeup.When I looked at myself in the mirror several hours later, I was lookingback at Crissie again. But this time the makeup was more dramatic and thehair longer and more feminine looking. My face looked even softer and thethrilling effect on me was stronger.Pat was watching me as I was admiring myself in the mirror and finallysaid to me. Do all the women in here go around naked I wondered as I started to pull out. “Don’t you dare” whispered Karen and then to Brooke: “it’s OK, you can go back to bed now”. She took one last look at us and went back to bed and I sagged a bit with relief. “Don’t stop now Andrew” she said as if nothing had happened. It took me a few seconds to recalibrate my mind before I began fucking her again; the trouble was I couldn’t get the vision of Brooke standing there naked. I soon had Karen moaning again. She made it a point to stay away from the Russians. I don't know and I don't want to find out if they blame me for Viktor's death. Instead she bared herself by the local Life Guard stand and they would help oil her up, which was good. What was bad is that they were all gay and weren't interested in her. I was having sex every night and now it's like sex has been outlawed; I feel like I couldn't get fucked if I lay naked in the middle of the Freeway!... Naw, it would never work.A bus went by as. I even placed a fishing snare in the stream. On my way back to our encampment I had decided to come back along the stream and in doing so I had spotted an elbow bend in the stream that had formed a pool. From the sign of ripples on the surface it appeared that there was something swimming around in it. Bending a nearby sapling down and over the pool, I rigged it and then left it to see what the morning would bring. By the time I got back to the lean-to, Kola had finished making the shoulder.