I didn't have much choice, they just rushed in and were all over her in seconds. She didn't seem to mind, already she was screaming around the cock in...her mouth, in her sexual pleasure as the first dick shot a load of hot spunk up her delicious cunt. I crawled into the corner and watched as 10 guys used sweet Lisa like she was a sex toy. They fucked her every which way. She just couldn't get enough.The 10 guys were worn out before she was. I had to go to her assistance when there were no more. .. made it." It was one I done during my time.She looked impressed. "Wow, I couldn't do that. You obviously have the dosh to buy, why make it?"I shrugged, "This way I get exactly what I want." Cool, maybe you can do me some things?" I nodded and smiled, "Look, I'm going for a little Bond Street therapy later with some of the girls. Want to come?"We both kept on dressing and just started chatting. Mostly about clothes, she wanted to know where my shoes came from. I asked about her handbag. Some. They got back to camp a couple of hours later and found Greg napping in his tent. Allison slipped inside and woke him with a kiss, and he groggily returned to the land of the living.With all the trees around, darkness came early to the campground. As Greg prepared a dinner of beef stew on the camp stove, Allison set about building a fire in the fire pit. It wasn't long before they had a nice, warm blaze going. They sat around talking and eating dinner as the sky darkened and night. Even my mother raised no objections and other than advice to slow down a bit she made no real comment. Personally and like many of my peers, I got engaged, not because I particularly wanted to but because I couldn't think of a reason not to and when ten months later in November 1971 we were married it was just the same. Meet girl/boy; court for x weeks; get engaged; wait x weeks; get married. That was the way of the world, at least in our little city.Barbara was quite intelligent and was.