So when my junior year started, I sucked it up and began the drudgery once more. I figured I would give it one more chance just to please my parents. ...hen if it was still too tough, I was eighteen and an adult–I could drop out and no one could stop me.And so with very little expectation of a "good" year, I boarded the school bus and headed off to the three-story red brick bastille that would be my second home for the next nine months.The bus ride was everything I expected; noisy, rambunctious,. "What are you lookin' at?" said the skinny man angrily. "You guys think you're so good? It's not like you've been getting' every shot." Er... sorry... I... er... we... didn't..." Katie stuttered.I stepped towards the man, who by now was joined by his three friends. I didn't want to start a scene. Two of the men were young and fairly big, whereas the fourth guy was probably in his 50s, and had white hair and a beer belly, but was still a big guy and could do some serious damage."Sorry, we don't. The camp proper was more open, with merchants stalls and food sellers. Isearched for a clothing merchant hoping to cover myself. As I walked Ifelt warm sticky cum drip from my exposed slit, the slimy mixturecoating my firm white thighs. I would soon find the sensation a constantcompanion.I finally found a seller who had clothing, he happily invited me in andoffered me one of the few garments suitable for women he had, a tightblack silk dress. It clung to my every curve and barely covered. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it on my bed then undone my jeans and started pulling them down while watching my mum. I took my jeans off and threw them on the bed with my t-shirt. I was standing in front of my mum wearing only my grey briefs. Mum started pulling her jeans down revealing her black panties. Mum's panties were also cotton, quite plain except for a little frill around the legs and waist. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her in her underwear, she was quite casual.