The pellet gun I stole from my grandma looks just like a real .45, so I sling open the door and take a shot. Instead of white-shirted Jesus freaks ru...ning for their lives, Olga just winces and rubs her forehead. I think I made her angry. “Here for to clean da place.” she grunts. “please to tuck gonads in.” I grab my machinery with both hands and leverage it all back into my leopard print speedo. Olga is staring at what looks like a sturgeon and two bowling balls in a fishing net as she. I lost myself for a minute or two eating, rimming frantically and leaving her ass soaked in saliva. By the time i worked in the KY, her buttocks were glistening, and she was moaning softly.For a minute or so I circled her asshole with the tip of my hard cock. Then I began to push at her, slowly, slowly easing it in. “ahhh!, “ she grimaced as my bell end gradually sank into her arsehole. “Please no too hard baby”I couldnt help it, though, gradually i began to fuck her arse. Pleasure radiated. I couldn’t hardly believe it, either. But, it happened. Just as it happened in Scout camps all over America, that very weekend, and others, year round.So, after all this self-reliance-ing, and merit-badging, and (of course) running around out doors and in the dark and the wild, well, we came home Sunday night, dirty, smelling of woodsmoke, and tired. So, Annie and I, after dinner, set the boys to bathing, and cleaned up the kitchen, and started the laundry, and then chased the boys to bed. I looked up at the building she had entered moments ago. I saw movement on one of the balconies overlooking the pool, directly across from our apartment. The French Doors opened and out walked Guy #1, Guy #2 and my girlfriend, Jackie.They stood at the railing, looking down at the pool. Jackie put her arms on the rail and leaned over it. Guy #1 was on her right and Guy #2 on her left. They all stood close together. I couldn’t tell much about what was going on. They seemed to be talking. I needed.