” I began.“Takes the edge off,” Jill interrupted, “I've had guys go for over an hour on the third or fourth time.”“Third or fourth . . ....�� Jennifer squeaked.“Don't worry, sweetie,” Jill told her, “Just let things happen at their own pace.”After a long group hug with a few kisses thrown in, we separated. I grabbed the package of wipes, offering them to Jill first as she had the biggest mess to deal with and then to Jennifer. Jennifer cleaned herself, then took a few more and gently cleaned my. . around the Great Lakes in North America of course... but not just that, large areas in Africa and Europe too... Well, except for isolated pockets of wilds. They're in such rough shape, the WFM isn't even bothering with them." Isabelle sighed deeply."How many guys you think are left?" Oh, about the only guys left are in captivity. WFM records list 42,000 of them. WFM bio-weapon experts estimate there are less than one hundred men not under WFM control. Their Y-chromosome weapons are that. Sitting on my bed still as hard as ever and wondering what had happened to me to cause that feeling that went through my young body, the extreme excitement was unreal and my cock was throbbing. Maybe I was feeling guilty about touching something that I was not supposed to, again curiosity got the better of me and I went back to the bathroom my hand was trembling as I reached out and grabbed the knickers from the washing bin and then rushed back to my room with my cock as hard as a rock. The. One day, somehow, and my mind is of no use remembering exactly why, everyone in the troop except me and my tent mate were gone off somewhere leaving us alone in the woods on the camp site. We ended up playing cards, a kind of high card game where the bets were dares. I remember it ended up being a kind of "strip-high card" thing, and at a certain point we had to close the tent flaps as it became obvious that neither of us wanted to be caught by the rest of troop in that stage of undress. (Much.