She thought they were taking her home. They wore clothes like the good men who took her away from the bad man from long ago and took her to Mama and P...pa. But they were bad men, too. They didn't take her home. They put her fingers in ink and took her picture, and some other bad men took her to a different place. They put her in a little room that had a bed and a toilet and a sink, but they didn't put the metal rings around her wrist, so it was a better place. But she didn't like it. She wanted. They wanted to know about our crossdressing and how it was coming out in public.We reported that it was ok, most folks were appreciative and respected our choice of clothing. Tom and I said we had been dressing for about 20 years in the closet and found each other and came out recently. This was our first day out, but we wanted to appear experienced.We all had a healthy breakfast and Pat said, “how about you folks come on over to my place for a meeting about our next campout, we always select a. He reached his strong hand over my body and grabbed hold of my hard cock and began to slide himself up and down my ass crack. We were both letting out low deep moans, ‘Just fuck me already,’ I said, quietly. He quickly jumped out of the bed and went over to his bag to get lube. He squeezed some onto his hand and the end of his cock before coming back to the bed and getting back in position. I felt his hand slide between my cheeks and lubed up my tight hole, his finger teasing it as he rubbed. “Oh my God, that was so GREAT!” she said.“Yeah,” said Pickles. “You’re a top fan in my book now.”They all laughed loudly, but suddenly, a fifth voice, irritated, sounded from behind them.“Oh greats, I misses outs on alls the funs. You guys never invites me to fuck a slut. How typicals!”Tina gasped. She knew EXACTLY who this voice belonged to, and she was wondering when he was going to come out. The five of them turned around, and . . . there he was, Skwisgaar’s Scandinavian brother of.