“Yeah he is. He’s a pain in the butt sometimes, but he’s a good guy. He came for all of us, and he takes me shopping.” Kayla giggled.“Yeah, ...hat do we do about stuff?”“Don’t worry, he will take care of everyone. He’s good like that. He’s a meanie pants sometimes, but he’s a good guy.” Kayla replied.“I’m a better guy when I’ve slept more.” I said, opening my eyes.Kayla and Jill were standing over me, looking down.“Heya sleepy head.” Kayla giggled.“Hey there. How’s everyone doing?” I asked,. . asking if there was a way for us to have more privacy.I closed the curtain that runs around the front of the cab. She stood up moved into close to me. We hugged started kissing and her hands started massaging my cock We laid down on my bed and continued to kiss and fondle each other. Breaking away from our kiss she makes her way down to my belt and zipper.Pulling my cock out and showering it with kisses. I slide out of my pants and underwear as this little lady made love to my Cock with her. By the time George arrived to unzip the awning and get the loungers out from where they were stowed beneath the tent, Anne was already on her knees on the grass, deep-throating Jan's shaft, and feverishly sliding her fingers between her engorged lips into her sopping wet cunt. This sight of his wife in lost in the throes of unbridled lust turned him on even more, and his cock started to throb and twitch in time with his racing pulse.While his back was turned, Margrethe, unable to wait any. None of them are real men, just a bunch of queer sissies."The way he spoke about the other guys brought me back to how he treated at me at school, even while the closeness of his fit, athletic body began to make me a little hot and flustered. Unlike at school, when he used to drive me to tears, now I smiled inwardly at the thought that even while his talk was all gay bashing, he had completely failed to notice the cock hanging beneath the skirt of the gorgeous girl he was pressing his body.