They loaded up and floated on down to Horn Creek, where the combined parties made camp for the night. Al held a crew meeting and rearranged crews a li...tle; Scooter and Jerry would be leading Team 3, as had been expected, and the rest of the rowing crew would consist of Barbie, Duane, and Andy, which was also pretty close to what Scooter had been expecting. They'd have Wade and Hannah for swampers, so it all added up to a pretty good crew of good people she'd worked with before.There was one. Of course, it had been one hell of a night, but even so, this much growth had to be unheard of in such a short time: surely it was impossible. They were fuller in all directions, but most noticeably in width. They hung out several inches to the sides of her body, far more than last night. Wrapping her arms round herself, she hurried downstairs, having to stop halfway when the bouncing threatened to overbalance her and send her skittering down the stairs to land in a great titty heap on the. “Sorry, Alli, do you want a drink? I’m being really selfish here.”“That’s OK. I understand. To be honest, I’ve found myself sucked in by all this – I must confess it’s all been a bit fascinating and I haven’t even got a man on tap. I’d love a glass of wine. It’s been a bit of a week.”Cerys fetched a bottle and a couple of glasses. “Here we are.” She passed a glass across to Allison. “Has it been fascinating enough to want to meet Gordon?” A raised eyebrow suggested that something more than a. There was not a child or parent anywhere in sight, and I hardly ever saw anyone here on my daily run. I climbed the stairs, and lay down in the dark blue tunnel above the slide that hid me from the world. I closed my eyes and slid my hand past the waistband of my running shorts and little red thong. Man, was I wet. I slid one finger into my virgin hole and sighed deeply. As I slid the second and third finger in, I picked up my pace and my hips started moving rhythmically in sync with my hand. I.