As I was packing I took a pair of her knickers out of her drawer and took them with me. While on my trip I wore them the entire time and spend very en...oyable evenings feeling myself and cumming in them. As other trips came up I went back to my box in the basement and took more and more of my special clothes with me. I was soon dressing up and finding new spots to go to and have fun at… bars where I was having drinks bought for me and hands trying to get under my skirt and, well, I’ll come back. ..then.” Thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the corridor as I ran crying to the girls’ toilet to inspect my burning flesh. Once inside the cold tiled room I pulled my knickers down and half sat on a wash basin to inspect the damage in the cracked mirror. Both cheeks were red raw and you could see the four separate lines that his cane had made. My whole arse was throbbing but I couldn’t resist touching the sore welts. I didn’t know why but the pain was absolutely delicious as I ran my finger. Was asleep in case Carol went to see her brothers. Twice Carol waved to me as she went to the boy’s tent. I could not help but fantasize about what they were doing. The second night she went to the boy’s tent; I did not even bother to go into our tent to masturbate. I sat in the camp chair and unzipped my shorts. Then pushed them down enough to get my hand between my legs. I stared at the boy’s tent as I tried to imagine what they were doing. Was Don Jr. sucking Greg’s cock? Did Carol swallow. Then finally I was to enjoy the delicacy called “Bhumika”. I pulled her on the bed and spread her legs apart. She looked like a timid goat. I kissed her pussy again(She hadn’t got her orgasm from my licking though) and entered her. She was satin soft and so tight and wet as hell. I took 4-5 deep and slow moves before tearing her away with the fast and hard strokes( I was not to leave her walking straight after this). She started to scream a bit and scratching my sister who was kissing her.