"Thank you. You are so kind," I said with a feeling of relief."We are going to work on your feminine mannerisms," Mrs. Betty said. "My what," I said w...th a shocked look on my face."Your walking, sitting, talking, and table mannerisms. We have a lot of work to do," Mrs. Betty said as she led me to a room that had couches, chairs, and steps."What's this room for?" I asked."To help you and the campers to become more feminine form their head down to their toes. Now lets get to work. First up is. I opened up one of the drawers and pulled out a pair of pink panties and black leggings. I found a black shirt and stubbled out of the room. I could feel someone was grabbing my ass. I found myself laying down on bed and closed my eyes for a bit. I woke to a salty taste in my mouth. I looked down to see white stains on my shirt and pants. I got up and fell to the ground. I looked up to see a black dick in my face. I felt the dick enter my mouth spreading it wide. I grabbed the dick and sucked. Before I knew it, I was so horny I could hardly wait to do what he had in store for me. My hubby moved the table into the back corner, so he could see the bed and the doorway, and took the crack pipe. He sat down, took a sip of his beer, and lit the pipe for him. It was time for me to show him my skills!I turned off the room light as he had instructed, and opened the door. The light from the bathroom lit the room enough for people that were passing to see me standing in the doorway, doing. I really didn’t think Martin would ever suspect anything, as far as he was concerned, he thought my sex drive was about where his was and the last thing he needed to worry about was his wife fucking her daughter’s husband. Which, of course, we did for hundreds of miles the second day. Adam gave me three lovely orgasms that second day on the road, we now knew what we wanted and wasted no time getting to fucking. It was still easier to do me spooning from behind in that cramped space, not that I.