I notice the bathroom door open which blocks the view of the backdoor of the camper. With that I sneak into the camper, thank god I sprayed everything...down with WD-40 prior to leaving for our trip.As I very slowly opened the back door I could here the two of them softly kissing and very soft moans. I make my way inside the camper hidden by the bathroom door and all the lights being off. I look down and in the light from our camp fire I notice all the clothes on the floor within my reach.I get. Then she was gone, satisfied that all was well.In time, Jack rolled himself over and got out of my bed; I expected him to leave, but instead he reached for my chamber pot under the bed. With as much care as the beasts in the field, he pointed his manhood at the pot and urinated. I should have turned my face, but some lurid fascination descended on me. I had never considered how men performed this task, and watching this base element seemed to stir me. Donald would never have done this, but. My hands are very small, and Bill’s cock looked so huge and muscular, it veins bulging and throbbing against my fingers. It was the perfect length for me to grip with two hands, the mushroom head protruding above my fists. My fingers could barely reach all the way around it, it was so fucking thick. Bill grunted and thrust upward one final time and froze there, his ass up off the couch a full foot, his leg muscles straining. I pumped and pumped his magnificent dick and kept going as an. "Just then Robbie came out, sandwiched between Mark Russell and Cassie Grover, and I do mean sandwiched since Mark had almost three inches on Robbie's five-ten, and Cassie had another inch on him. Cassie was the star of the volleyball team and was telling them about their last game. They stopped in front of us as Cassie finished her story, then Cassie waved and headed for her car."When you gonna come back and play some football, man," Mark asked as Cassie drove away."With Mike and Monster Girl.