The guys name was fred and he was about 6ft slim and ginger.we got to the camp and then everyone split up to do jobs such as tents and food me and fre... got paired and we had to go wood collecting for the massive fire we were going to have that night. So i waited until we were quite a way from the rest of the group and we started talking you know random chit chat about are friends and stuff and then i said to him " I think i might be gay can you help me find out " and he said " umm i dont know. Then why could she not stop watching the firm arse flex and bunch as the guy routed around under the bonnet of her Nissan? At least these were green and not the pristine orange that she was used to seeing on the TV. These had long, thick stains down the outside of each thigh. Marks left by his wide fingers as he rubbed off the excess grease and oil. She dragged her gaze down each black line, imagining his hands doing the same to her sides. His roughened pads grazing down her soft flesh, raising. “There is a stream really close by, I can wash off there” she said turning away from me. I followed her because I felt it would be a good thing. She bent down over the stream and washed her hands. The whole time I was looking at her ass. It was perfectly round; actually this girl was just as ripped as I was and damned if it wasn’t sexy. “So why were you freaking out so much when I tied you up?” I asked. “That is none of your business” she said angrily. “I healed the wound I gave you and I’m. ‘You know, kid, there’s a lot of your old man in you, ‘ Coach said. ‘What do you mean, Coach?’ Ricky asked. ‘You know your old man and I went through high school and college together, don’t you?’ Coach continued. Ricky nodded and said, ‘Yeah, I knew that.’ Coach grinned. ‘Well, your old man, he was quite the cocksman back in those days,’ he said. ‘I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, a bunch of us guys who knew him were real surprised when he married your mother. We were even more.