”In a little while, they were on the bed. They had decided to try a sixty-nine on each other and see how that went. Mandy stripped off her nightgown...and said, “Do me a favor, leave your denim skirt on. I have a little fetish for denim skirts.”“I’ve noticed that you have a couple of your own.”Once they were in position, Vivian as the lighter girl was on top. It turned out that they still had to give priority to one girl and the other girl had to go next. Vivian went first, and when she climaxed. ”“O.K., I will,” I said as I took her hand. She was trembling and blushing again. “Why don’t you close your eyes? That way it might be easier for you.” She shut her eyes and I guided her hand to just above my cock. “Are you ready?” I asked and she was breathing heavy as she nodded her consent.I couldn’t believe my student was about to touch and stroke my cock. Dreams come true. I hoped I didn’t shoot off in her hand and scare her away. I slowly lowered her hand, with her palm open and facing. He walked through the crowd and up onto a little stage we had rigged up. The men applauded, and a couple whistled. Greg gave them that killer smile I told you about. He started talking to the guys about the kinds of sexual things he liked to do, about what kind of girl he especially liked to fuck and how he liked to fuck her, about his sexual experiences up to that time, and while he was talking, he was slowly taking off his clothes, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I looked. Mr. Smucker announced clean-up would wait until morning. It was time to get to bed. Mark and I found the inside of our tent perfectly dry. The big storm hadn’t disturbed anything inside. We were extremely lucky. Half a dozen scouts in our troop found wet sleeping bags. Mr. Smucker, Mr. Davis, Dr. Johnson and John Ioanni loaned the Scouts blankets for the night.Friday, January 8, 1988Mr. Smucker had the whole troop up, cleaning up our campsite while my Phoenix Patrol made breakfast for the.