When he felt me begin to relax, Jim whispered, "Stand up for me, sexy. I want to see this hot little outfit of yours before I peel it off one piece at...a time. You know that I promised you all-night lovemaking, but we need to get started, if you still want me, that is."Jim was standing and pulling me to my feet as his words hit me. If I wanted him? What kind of silly question was that? But, of course, he was using reverse psychology on me because he knew what was going on in my head. Once I was. My stomach had been not-quite filled with "Welcome to Camp" bread sticks and water, in an effort to avoid the painful allergic reaction that would have inevitably followed the slightest consumption of tomato sauce. I was sitting in the front row, about six feet from the stage, carefully scrutinizing the industrial grade carpet at my feet when the head counselor stepped up to the podium and began his welcome speech. I didn't listen to a word, of course; a similar speech last summer turned out to. “Are you trying to seduce me?” I asked.“Maybe,” Ashley replied. “Do you want to be seduced?”I chuckled as I stepped away from the window and over to the side of the King-sized bed.“Sure,” I replied. “Seduce me.”Ashley rolled on to her back and pulled on her satin-like blouse, ripping the front of it open as the buttons popped lose. Her 38c cup boobs were neatly tucked into a white lace bra. She sat up, stripping out of the blouse and tossing it to the side. She slipped the spaghetti straps of. The father started to rise until the thug next to him applied a bit of additional pressure against his temple, and the old man settled down, hanging his head in shame.In no time at all, the twins were down to bras and panties. Their bras were lacy and lightly padded, meaning the girls were much closer to A cups than B. They were still on their knees and a man stood behind each, holding the spreader bar that held their arms apart as high as was practical. One moved to the first girl and, using a.