It wasn’t cut straight. Instead, it had the jagged look of free-growing hair, if that was even an existing term. Some of the ends curled a little an... my hands itched a little to touch it, to run my fingers through it to see if it was as silky as I thought it was. She moved up in the line, got to the register and she ordered her drink. A few seconds later, she reached into her book bag, took out one of those slim black leather wallets, and she took out a credit card, swiped it, signed, and went. “What? No, fuck off, why would you think I want you to suck my cock, fucking weirdo,” I shot back, completely grossed out. “Fuck you, mate. I was just offering to help you out, that’s all. Don’t come to a dogging site and start jerking off if you don’t want to get your dick sucked. You're the fucking weirdo,” he said, walking off clearly pissed off; I wouldn't let him suck my cock. I rewound my window up and dropped back in my seat, and started laughing to myself. Of all the places to stop, I. I was dumbstruck. If nothingelse, replacing my wardrobe would be expensive. I knew LeeAnn couldbe reasoned with once we were face to face. I had to ride it outuntil then, and then maybe we could come to an understanding. Idecided it also might be fun - maybe LeeAnn had more adventure in herthan I had thought. I might as well find out I thought, and I happilystripped and tossed the clothes through the blinds onto the patio. Isaw some movement, and it was she grabbing my clothes.The phone rang.. . .” I started to say.“Just behave yourselves.” He cut me off, “I'll be here when you come back down.”He turned and joined the girl. They walked toward the lodge, arm in arm. This was a potential problem. By the club rules, we weren't supposed to camp out without at least one adult along. Ben was supposed to be that adult for this outing. But I wasn't about to miss out on this trip. I joined the other kids.“Looks like we're on our own, guys.” I said, nodding at the retreating figures of.