When Bosco showed up, we all went to Ron’s room and started to strip. Ron and I stopped in our tracks when Bosco dropped his pats revealing a skimpy... black lace panty that was obviously for a female and not meant for a guy. Bosco’s balls packed the cotton lining as his cut rigid cock shaft projected over the top, he had to be 8” for sure. It didn’t faze Bosco at all that he was wearing girl’s panties and flopped on the bed as if nothing was strange. We both finished undressing and joined him.He. He said “it’s too late and you should just let go, give in to it”. I grabbed his cock again and we threw off the game from the table. He then lifted my in the air and sat me on it and we started kissing hard again. He then laid me down on the table and climbed on top of me and started fucking me. I let out a slight moan as he entered me and slowly pushed my pussy into him then back. I was in another world, like it wasn’t really me doing this. Then I felt someone’s hands fondling my tits. She was a pretty girl with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. I had known her for years, and we had grown up together in mosque, in prayer hall, her family sitting a few pillars back from mine. She had a large family of seven – typical for a lot of Muslims – and even though she was recently eighteen, she was still living with her parents to help raise the younger children, who ranged from her sixteen year old sister down to the newborn twins. I always felt guilty about the. "I'd better help make sure everything is in." Des you don't have to, I think I got most of it." Did you get the pot and stand?" Ah, no." I must have had a silly expression on my face because she giggled."Go and get more of the wood and stack it in the back. I'll get my cooking things and bring them in." And before I could stop her, she was out of the cave. I had to admit that it went much faster with both of us getting things in. We even managed to bring in most of the pile of grass putting it.