I'm terrified of doing it awake, because I'm not sure if I could stop."Harriet giggled. "I know just what you mean!" She hitched herself up and Kenned... followed Harriet into the cabin.Charlotte greeted them. "I'm afraid it's a long tradition at Camp Wanakena that bunks go to the first person who dibs them. There's one open towards the bathroom, there's a bottom bunk open by the front door."Kennedy glanced at Harriet, whose eyes went towards the interior of the room. "I'll take the one by the. Then she moaned louder as her mouth locked onto his as his fingers were going faster, as I was pulling him quite steadily, then she erupted and groaned and moaned as his fingers were getting wetter with her squirt, this must have tipped him because he groaned and stood straight up as I wanked him faster, as my tongue licked him. Suddenly without any warning I could taste the saltiness of his cum as it entered my mouth, I swallowed as fast as it filled me as I carried on wanking him, he groaned. But, as my eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, I started seeing curious whitish colored smears, on the black painted walls on either side of me, as well as on the floor beneath my shoes. It was the 'leftovers', so to speak, of countless ejaculations, by hundreds and hundreds of other men, who had sat in that very same booth I was seated in, and eventually shooting their cum---and THAT was what that other, somewhat more subtle aroma was that existed alongside of the stale smelling cigarette. She slid down the fridge to the floor. She bent her knees in and buried her face against them. That position did nothing for the carnal thoughts in my head.The straddle of her shorts were stretched even tighter. Her plump vulva was peeking through the hem of her shorts. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of the hint of tan skin pressed out of the tightness. I could not stay mad at her. I knelt down beside her and pulled her to me. My hormones were running wild. Her scent was so sweet..