At the big one room cabin everybody piled out and got the gear unloaded. The women were busy getting the kitchen in shape so the guys had to leave the... alone for a bit. Jeanne knew the other women. Sally Jo was about sixty and skinny with saggy tits. Her crotch was bushy too. She'd been doing the camp for thirty years and kept coming even though her husband had passed away. The guys were happy to have her there because she could do things with her cunt muscles that no one else could. And she. Wonder what that means?I did as told and started to stop as a man was taking a piss in the toilet, but the girl pulled me on and into the tub. I stared at the sight that I had never seen. A man probably in his 30s, standing holding his big black dick and pissing in a toilet. Not sure what the fascination was but it was actually rather beautiful. The girl, who I now found out was Daniella guided me into the position she wanted then began to pour bottle after bottle into my pussy until she felt. Except for this." He fished a small plastic bottle out of his pocket and shook it at her, the tiny d**g capsules inside rattling around. He'd found it in her bag the night before. "Evidence, in case you were thinking of trying again. No more putting girls to sleep, Cyn." She regarded him with a mixture of fear and hatred. When she spoke, her voice was a spiteful hiss. "Nina's a slut. She would have loved it." No, you're a slut. Nina's an angel. And now you're never going to see her again.. Instead, she looked over her shoulder, still bent over, and grinned at me. I smiled back and hoped she wouldn’t tell Jen who was in the kitchen stacking the dishwasher. Nicky dropped off the glasses to Jen, talked with her and Lauren a few minutes, then returned to the living room. I was sitting on the couch half-listening to some goofy infomercial that is only shown at 2:30 AM. She came over and sat on my lap, grabbed my hands and put them on her smooth tight stomach and said, “Let’s make.