As usual there wereabout a dozen couples and half a dozen guys that wereeither single or their wives didn’t want anything to dowith cars and cam...ing.We left after work on Friday and got to the fairgroundin about three hours. We were shown to the camping areaand it was pretty primitive. They had set up a communalshower using some pallets and canvas and hoses. Theyhad brought in a half a dozen port-o-potties and linedthem up nearby. Someone had been nice enough to stackup a bunch of. He pulls her panties down over her thrashing legs, down to her thighs, then lays on top of her, forcefully spreading her legs and pussy lips, plunging his tongue deep inside her. "MMMPPPHHHHHH!!!" Stacy screams around his cock, but there's no one to hear, in front or behind, as their love boat drifts serenely and slowly along the ride's canal, with no witnesses to Stacy's abasement at the hands of her new owner. She struggles to get herself free of his grasp, but her arms have gone numb from. Lies on top of lies washed over me. I’m not an emotional guy, but this hurt. I sat there feeling almost more pain than when I had found out about Deb and Peter. The kids were gone. The apartment was too quiet. I walked out and got in my car and drove.It was starting to get dark when I finally noticed that the car needed gas. I pulled into a station and filled the tank and bought a Dr. Pepper and a bag of pretzels. I drove a little more and drank and munched. I think I had driven over every. ” Julie got up to clear away the dishes, but Jeff told her to sit down. “We’ll do it.” She sat there smiling as she watched the two men clearing away. It was nice being taken care off. “I have made some fruit salads,” she told them. “I don’t feel in the mood, but you two help yourself. There’s some squirty cream as well.” Alistair opened the fridge door. Jeff looked in as well and spotted the cream. He smiled at Alistair as he took it out. “Alistair and I just fancy the squirty cream,” Jeff.