Luckily no one seemed to have noticed my use of the female latrine trailer.Entering the tent being used as transient quarters, my nose twitched at the...stench of Man Funk. I was back in my world. Seemingly no one noticed my belated return. Placing my weapon near at hand, I lay on a plastic coated mattress, and wrapped myself in my poncho liner. I was awoken some hours later, probably just a couple, yet I felt surprisingly well rested. Griping, farting, and joshing, we crawled out of our racks,. It was hot and throbbing. Nathan groaned. "That's it...get on your back," she whispered. "I've got to try this."She moved to give him room and Nathan complied. She clambered onto him, careful to keep from being seen from the back seat. She had said she would only teach the boy pussy eating, after all, not to fuck him, but her boyfriend was only 7" long and not terribly thick; she wanted to feel this monster inside of her. She could hear Wendy gasping as Russ lapping her cunny. It was his. "What? All of them? I doubt it. Sure, they might like getting into fursuits but I really doubt it means they hate the human form." She absentmindedly scratched her head. "Well, I think they like the human form just fine. They just prefer it covered with fur." And you?" Sammy asked."This is a living for me," Stacy said. "I don't fursuit." Oh, kinda like being a drug dealer who is also a user is bad idea?" Sammy asked.Stacy stared at the Futanari, her expression unreadable. "You are a strange. He played with it for some time. He undid my Ammi’s salwar nada, which she shamelessly helped. Ammi’s last piece of clothing was taken off.She was looking like a sex goddess standing in front of him. He wasted no time and pushed her in bed. He climbed on Ammi and played with her boobs while sucking her earlobes, kissing her neck, upper chest, and navel. He went for her pussy now.Ammi was, as usual hairy. He separated the hair and began sniffing the bush. He brought out his tongue and started.