I get a dog.Damnit, Barney, get your nose out of there. I’m not yourbitch, you dumb mutt. Barney, stop that! Don ‘t lick methere… Ba...ney. [pulling the crotch aside] All right,you wanna lick my pussy, go ahead and lick it, butyou’re not getting any pussy off of this bitch… Oh,you like this pussy… figures, you drink out the toiletand lick your butt. [scooting to the edge, widening thespread] Here, do you want to lick my asshole, too? Oh,Barney, you pervert.. (Except Grandma Georgia and possibly Baby Jesus.) The end. 9/10 would recommend.Of course I also have my horror stories. Pincers, barbs, chicken eyes, sentient hairs, tentacles with teeth… I’ve seen it all. Indeed, I can deal with most all of that by now (even if it gives me the heebie-jeebies), but it’s always easier with a heads-up.Which (finally!) brings us back to my most recent customer whose crotch I am currently ogling with avid interest.What’s behind door number 1 today, big boy? I can. "Do you likewhat you see?" Ashley had obviously practiced her throaty feminine purr.I was so blown away by the difference, I couldn't even speak: I simplynodded. "Katie tells me that you're already broken in, but I haven't hada turn with you yet." Ashley walked around me, appraisingly, finallystanding face to face with me. "Let's start small, Amanda. Why don't yougo down on me first?"I was eager to oblige. I tried to slink down in a sexy way, unsure of howit came across, but it felt right. I. The campground owner was not that happy at seeing us, I guess he felt he had a biker gang on his hands. But we were all pretty respectable, and holding down good jobs, the campsite had been prepared and Shane's father had already setup the tent etc. He must have had some inkling of the fact we were a lot of young hot blooded youths though, as we were right down the far end of the camp, as far away from the showers and kitchens as you could get.We proceed to party as soon as we had our.