After downing a few pints, I started to walk back to the campsite. About halfway, I saw Meg alone, looking lost. She was in a cute little tank top wit... some shorts. She leant against the stone bridge as the river trickled slowly under it.“Hey, Meg, are you alright?” I asked with concern as I walked slowly towards her. She looked up at me, giving me her trademark smile.“Ohh, it's you, Greg, what are you doing here?” she asked quietly.“Oh, just been to the pub in the village, the conversations. Well you give great blow jobs, and Im sure youll keep your mouth shut, its just I dont believe you would blow a teacher for a good grade or a student for free. he said. Youve got that right. I said. We laughed. So is that it for tonight, or do I get to fuck your brains out? he said slyly. Im sure that can be arranged&hellip, I said back and ran to my room, to my double bed. I laid down on my back. He jumped up and knelt in front of me on the bed. I slowly raised my knees, lifted up my feet,. I mean, I saw it, and sure, he's a little below average, but I've seen smaller. And I've gotten off with guys who were smaller, too. One guy, anyway."Louise's lecture wasn't over. "Listen, Cathy, a big one is nice -- damned nice! But it's not the end of the world. I'll tell you right now, you're better off with a guy like Tad who's nuts about you, then some big-dick, big-ego guy who thinks all he has to do is stick it in and stir and you'll go all ga-ga!" Tad's wonderful, it's true. He's all I. “In fact,” Quentin went on, “I think while I am here, I shall address you as ‘Princess’. Yes... that will be rather amusing.”Another shudder... and a distinct grinding of teeth.“Up, Princess. I am going to take a shower. You will come and soap me...”With her natural grace, Carlotta stood up and turned, watching helplessly as Quentin stripped off. So this is the vile b**st I have to serve and please, the dark eyes seemed to say when Quentin stood nude... hairy and rather too paunchy. Delicate.