Kev was with Donna, a Newcastle girl, long dark hair and dark eyes, and a superb figure that her hiking gear didn’t hide. Paul was with Mags, sh... was lovely, a red-head with long legs and a cute arse.The boys had done well and as we sat there getting increasingly pissed I cursed myself for messing up again.It had got late and we’d all collapsed in to our tents, I undressed and zipped up my sleeping bag and got my head down.I’ve no idea what time it was when I heard the zip of. “Yes!”, he gasped. Soon we were in a rick and he was kissing and fondling me in it. I felt this thrill about going into this man’s house and fucking him, while also having a boyfriend who fucked me every night he could. It felt like the universe was so generous!We got in and his place was nice. Not much time to look around because we were French kissing again when we got in the door and this time he put his hand under my skirt and gripped my ass. That really turns me on. I didn’t want Koliwadi. A big guy like you has to be starving by now,” She replied, laughing as she got up from her chair. “Dinner has been cooking and should be about ready by now, so if you will come with me to the dinning room we can have our dinner." Holding out her hand for me, she waited as I rose from the couch and took hold of her outstretched hand. As she led me into her dinning room, the first thing I noticed was her large solid oak dinning table. In a glass cabinet along one wall I could see a set of fine. After ten minutes you would go to the bathroom as instructed again, this time removingthe tights, returning to looks from customers of amused bewilderment at why on earthyou would be losing your tights in the middle of winter in a bookshop. The suppressedgiggle, the muttering. That soft stroke of humiliation as you wait, anticipating whatis to follow. The whispered chuckles of those watching you, you wondering which I am.You blush a little, conscious you are wet, embarrassed that this whole.