More than one traveller had left the campsite under his tree with the oddest erotic dreams, damp crotch and a broad smile on their face.The majority n...ver determined if the dreams were real or not and didn’t care. Those who did care often blamed others for any soreness they felt or any secretions around their nether regions that they found in the morning. Those that left feeling the sorest were those that chose to abuse him because of what they thought he was.Most of those type of people also. . but... I mean... her first time?" This is unfathomable. "What if I hurt her?" It's going to hurt anyway." I know but... her first time should be really special don't you think?" I ask, wondering why I'm arguing about getting to be the first cock to slide into that tight flower-petal pussy."Mine wasn't," she tosses off and I'm not sure what to say. "That's not a conversation thread I want to follow," I say, faltering for where I do want to take this conversation."It will be special!" Lauren. “Nah… Open windows and curtains should do it,” she said, making us both laugh. “Well, not always. Sometimes it would be fun to have a spectator.”“Does it matter which sex?” I asked.“Um… Probably not. But I guess men are more into watching,” Lydia replied.“And when that guy got up, and you saw him jerking off?” I asked, directing the conversation towards the information I really wanted to find out.“What about it?” “Did you want something more from him than to just watch you?”Lydia sat up. It was about the third day by now. Tonight we decided to go to bed early as we had plenty to do tommorrow. Sam took his shirt off to sleep (as he always did before bed) and revealed his ripped body and abs. I loved it and I think sam noticed me checking him out. Sam and I were just sitting on our sleeping bags and talking quietly (as everyone else was asleep) I noticed Sams croutch starting to bulge. He caught me looking and apologized. I quickly explained that it was fine. I said "I can help.