And I don’t know why but when we were there I just looked at his dick. It was small. He too noticed it and asked me why I was looking at his dick. I...tried to avoid it. But then I said, “My wife always told me that my dick is very large. It gave her a hard time every time I fuck her. So I thought to check yours.”Then he asked so what did you see. I told him please don’t mind but mine is bigger. He said he didn’t believe me. After a pause of 2 seconds, he asked me to show mine. He asked me to. It’s a bibliography of Michelangelo.’ I just looked at them both at the mirror as I peeked at a wooden sign on the left side of the road. There, in carved letters and red paint red ‘Camp Hattawata’. We made it. And we celebrated. ‘Onward to Camp Hattawata!’ We cried. By the time I pressed the gas petal to move on the road, a song was played at the radio called ‘Cars’ by Gary Numan. It was a catchy song, and my pals and I sang to it as we looked at the camp’s picturesque cabins and trailers. We. Rising deeply into me and twisted. Suckling me deeply. Tasting every inch. She hugged my breasts caressing gently. By Brest smallin her trap as she bit down on my breast and licking me slowly.. rubbing my inner thigh and massaging me deep slow beteeen my legs. As she pulled me to her , suckling me deep slow. My insides heated with her touch. As I moaned . She slowly circled my nipple with kisses. And squeezing my breast. Licking. Biting my nipple. Pinching my nipple. And nuzzling.. herself. Rashmi – k, you start… truth or dare?Me – truthRashmi – are you married or still single?Me – Single always ready to mingle Truth or dare?Rashmi – TruthMe – easy or tough?Rashmi – what do you mean?Me – do you want an easy Q or tough one?Rashmi – you know me, you can ask me anything, just make sure you keep everything upto yourselfMe – haha, I know… k tell me when was the last time you had sex?Rashmi – 3-4 months ago…Me – kya hua? I thought you were almost a sex addict.Rashmi – arre, my hubby is.