The festival was clothing-optional; there isn’t a lot I strictly had to have. Giving up that dream, I faced the long, expensive trek back to the air...ort and back to the camp ground. The driver was happy to tell me of the plans he’d already had to cancel to pick me up. He wasn’t upset, we were both commiserating in our misery.Eventually I got to camp. I was a mess. I was stressed by life, and by the immediate logistics of getting there. I had no idea what I’d be doing nor how I was going to. I looked around the room and the three others were also naked with their cocks projecting out from their muscular frames. Their names, ages, history was not important to me, although I did wonder if any of them had a partner. Unfortunately this just turned me on even more. The thought of them choosing me for the night over what was likely to be a Barbie doll-like girlfriend made me feel good about myself and my body. His grunts indicated he was close to ejaculation and for the first time I. She had learned her lessons in the past. Frustrated and appalled, she looked for a way to disable her profile. Suddenly another message popped up. The introduction simply said "Hi." Well, that's better, she thought and she opened it. That's when it all started. She was a picky girl. She had chosen wrong in the past and she knew what kind of man not to go for. But now, suddenly, she found herself talking to this man, a sweet, kind, honest man, who had her blushing and feeling good about herself.. Three white women came in and sat at the bar, they were petite and in their late sixties or early seventies and not bad looking for their age. they came over and wanted to play. We were all having a good time and getting a buzz on. They were getting nasty with the more they d***k. They had said that they were from out of town and their husbands were at some meeting. Earl whispered to me that we could nail these women easily and I agreed but I thought they were too old. Sam chimed in that we.