I now was starting to feel the sensations from my very full bladder. Just then, as the situation was about to reach it’s peak, the waitress arrives ...t their table. She introduces herself, then asks them for their order. Smiles, then asks for id’s. Silence fills the air, the guys pull out their id’s, while the girls sit silently with panic ridden expressions upon their faces. The waitress asks once more, the girls, scared and embarrassed, quickly confess their age. Immediately the waitress. ‘Doesn’t have to be Devon, there’d be schools in Bristol or Bath, Taunton, or down on the South Coast in Dorset, I’m sure. You’d be an hour or two closer to us, and two hours away max in light traffic’. This made some sense. As I sat on the train back to London that Sunday afternoon, my mind was slowly, but quite assuredly made up. I called up a map of Britain on my laptop computer, and imagined a circle around my parents’ home representing about an hour’s journey by car or train. Bristol and. While she enjoyed the quiet moment, she thought of a way to make it last a little longer, since she was likely to be up by herself for a while anyway. Decision made, she angled back toward the road while still progressing toward camp.As it happened, her path took her directly behind the tents of their 'neighbors'. They were drinking beer and apparently hadn't noticed her approaching in the moonlight. She slowed and then stopped to listen, still completely concealed by the tents." ... they're. No wonder I spend so much time buying my girls clothes, if only someone had the smarts to hide sharp objects from me.I look at Kayla, her eyes are partly open, and very much glassy looking. I crack a smile. I leave the room, leaving her naked in the room as I had the previous morning. I go out and do a few errands that morning, have breakfast with a couple girlfriends, and eventually make my way home.Go down to see Kayla. She seems fully alert now. And her penis seems to be at full.