But now with the end in sight pangs of guilt whispered to her that maybe she shouldn't have missed so many lectures due to waking up with a stinking h...ng over or another bloke who she'd have to make a point of avoiding on campus for the rest of the term...She looked at the book on top of the pile. Starred at the title. Attempted to read the synopsis, then the first paragraph, then any page opened at random. OK maybe not that one to start with. Start with something light. Selecting the thinnest. Finally, Friday arrived. The plan was that Joan would come over right after she was done school and start to cook supper for the three of them. Alex would drive over and pick up Ang and bring her back to his place. Fortunately, Mike was out of town for the weekend yet again, giving Ang plenty of opportunity to stray.When Alex and Ang walked in the door, the tension in the air was immediate and electric. There was almost no hint of hesitation as Ang came in, walked over to Joan and softly kissed. Then he's on there too and he's roughly parting knees and he's on top of me and he reaches down and guides himself to my soaked opening. He looks me in the eye and winks, before pushing into me. He groans again at my tightness, and I can't help but cry out as he suddenly fills me. His thick cock opens me up and it hurts and it feels amazing. He's halfway in, and pauses for a moment. He strokes my breast and then my cheek- then grips his hand around my neck and starts to thrust into me. My. Camp Grace was founded by my grandfather over sixty years ago. Everyone in my family attended Camp Grace at some point; it’s where many of my family members met their spouses. These days, Camp Grace campers don’t know what monogamy means.When my sister and I went to camp, the “cool kids” were those who snuck down to the lake and smoked cigarettes and drank beer, maybe made out a little. Today, teens use our campsites to grow and smoke their own weed, film and watch their own porn, indulge in.