.. Her is ... your slut," I answered and was rewarded with a tiny kiss on the head of my cock. I steeled myself inside.Could I really do this? What wo...ld my wife think of me when I did? What would our relationship be like later?I couldn't help it. "Mmmmmm-" I moaned softly. It wasn't a masculine moan. It was a long ways from it. It was the mewling moan of a woman. The kind I had heard, not from my wife, but from watching sex tapes.She rewarded me by sucking the head of my cock in her mouth and. Luis hated it, but he helped me with the paper work and ran errands for all of us. Just to piss off the woman at the Arts Council, I offered a discount for any Arts Council member who wanted to join us. I knew they would tell their friends so I would be reaching most everyone the president would have reached, and I didn't have to join those pompous asses.I ran advertisements in local newspapers and arraigned for Luis and some of the other residents to be interviewed. A couple of the residents. Ken and I walked back toward his bed right next to the awoken camper. Ken stopped."My bed is wet too." "Come use mine," the other camper said as she picked up her pants from her bed and slipped it on. "It's okay, but I suggest that Ken should quickly take that wet clothes off, you'll feel much better. It would help."After a few minutes of convincing and hesitation, he finally let up after the other camper stripped off all her clothes. But quickly wrapped herself with her towel after I told her. “O that” Gloria said. “That was just to welcome you to Valhalla sir” By now, they were both standing right in front of me. Slowly they reached up and started to pull their tops over their heads. It looked like choreographed dancing they did it so smoothly. Two pairs of very young and perky breasts bounced free as the shirts were tossed aside. Gloria’s tits were the larger of the two. Her nipples were puckered like eraser heads and the brown aureoles blended with her.