She kept bringing it closer, and closer...For a second I heard a voice inside that said 'dude--stick it in! She's begging you for it! Go ahead!' But I...quickly dismissed it. That was just out of the question. I was still pretty weirded out by what happened last night. But, damn it, she was moving her cunt closer to my cock, dangerously close...her pink lips were moist and flapping open, I could just move about an inch or so and...She was backing up more each time she turned around. Then she. My bunkmate had apparently fetched the camp counselor after he saw it. The councilors were not more than 4 or 5 years older than the campers. But he was very mature about it saying it was normal, healthy, and nothing to be ashamed of. He agreed to switch me to his tent.The first morning I woke up in his tent to discover my blanket had fallen off again and I had cold cum all over my stomach and chest. It was so embarrassing and I started to panic! The councilor woke up then and saw my dilemma.. Axorie chose to sit this one out. She hadn't tried to discourage the midnight redecoration of the town of Twomby, so she wasn't totaly blameless, but was it her role to naysay? The fact that she hadn't participated in the first place, should have been message enough, wouldn't you think? In anycase, whatever her reasons or justifications, she chose to not get involved.Hardcase might have lost her ruby slippers (Freaky had upgraded her stone sabots) if the planters in their tops hadn't rooted. Llegué a la esquina para cruzar y, por supuesto, había autos frente a los que había cruzado la calle. Seguí diciéndome a mí mismo que estoy más cerca de donde estar. He visto a un tipo mirándome por el rabillo del ojo. Quería que la falda trasera fuera demasiado corta, estoy seguro de que si miraste podrías ver las bragas. A estas alturas pasaron más de 50 autos. Podía sentir un ligero viento en mis brazos y piernas. Casi en el lugar, reduje la velocidad con la esperanza de encontrar mi camino.