With one last look in the mirror I turned toward the door. Sound the horns and let the “The Call of the Virgins March” begin. When I opened the do...r that room was as I had dreamt. The candles were lit offering a pale glow around the room. The double doors to the balcony were open and a gentle breeze was causing the sheers to drift in the wind. There was music faintly playing somewhere in the house, and thankfully it wasn’t “The Call of Virgins March”. Steven walked up in front of me and. " I didn't add that Emily was supposed to be the second oldest person in the camp, that she was offered as an olive branch to assuage my damaged feelings. "And it's centenarian, not centurion. I'm not a Roman soldier, for Christ's sake." Again, the giggles.To my surprise, Emily lasted more than a day. A week later, we were under the stars, the whole lot of us plopped on our butts in the middle of the field. Her little group and my little group intermingled freely. Emily was conversant enough. With luck, it was unlocked. I slowly swung the door open, and peeked through the steam. i could see the silhouette of Danielle washing her hair behind the shower curtain, which was just cloudy enough to not be see through.I slowly undid my belt, and took my shirt off. I pulled my pants off and slowly tugged down my briefs, my hard erection whipping out as I did.I slowly pulled the curtain back; she didn't hear it. I saw her naked ass, and my cock got harder. I stepped into the shower, and my. I had continued to pound Anna-Brooks, moving from straight pound-pound-pound to slowing, then a fast, powerful THRUST into her, my waist slapping her ass, then pound-pound-pound, and repeat. I held either her bindings, or her hair, but I liked that she watched herself getting used. The wet ‘Schlack-Schlack’ of our mutual thrusting was great. She was producing the most in juices I had seen from her yet, and that just meant I was doing the right thing. Slowing and easing out I saw her look.