He says he is close, I say me too. He smiles as he picks up my penis and starts pulling. Faster and faster, we erupt more or less at the same time. I ...m covered in cum. I don't care, I grab my undies and clean it off. Once again, I pull him towards me. I guide his cum covered penis towards my anus, it tickles, it's wetness slapping clumsily against me. I push myself against his penis, it gently pushes in, little by little. He pushes himself in, slowly pulls out, thrusting a little more each. When Karl showed up we hit it off again really fast. Karl talked about his family, his divorce, and how he had the best job in the world owning a large Pennsylvania fishery. We drank beer, laughed, hung around the camp fire, talked about our families and school and futures…it was amazing how we all connected.After dark and supper…the three of us were really high and pretty buzzed too. Off and on throughout our time together the topic of our conversation would change to sex. Karl and Chris. Did I mention there was a lot of beer flowing? The discussion was getting pretty silly by this point. Closing time left the boys no wiser as to what Phil's plans were for Buck Day, so they scattered to their homes (most fortunately in walking distance, it was a small town) still scratching their head in curiosity and disbelief.---Dorothy kissed Phil goodbye and wished him a pleasant weekend. From the moment Phil had proposed giving up hunting to spend the weekend as Phyllis, Dorothy knew just. The others were still eating. Not looking at her cellmates, Amy rushed to the far corner. She pulled down the jumpsuit and her panties. The piss started to flow almost before she got her panties to her ankles. It flowed and flowed. Her puddle was growing and approaching where she squatted. She began to cry as the fluid circled her feet and began to soak the lower legs of the jumpsuit. She stank. Everyone would know. She cried harder as she pulled up her panties and then the jumpsuit.She sat.