May I see them again? Please!”Brenda smiled and said, “As long as you said please.” Then she lifted her T-shirt right up over her head and stood...just out of my reach.I looked at them and said, “You are right. Your tits are nicer.”Brenda corrected me and said, “They are called breasts not tits and certainly not fun-bags, however I do call my vagina a pussy. I like the sound of it.”I said, “I’m sorry. I’m new to this. I’ve never seen real breasts before and I’ve never talked to a girl about them. And I might also just keep them as a souvenir.” She blushes but doesn’t protest. “Lean over.” She leans over the desk and I flip her skirt up over her ass and tuck it into her waistband to keep it out of the way. This reveals her lovely big ass that is barely covered by her pink panties. I stare for just a moment and then grasp the waistband of her panties. I say, “Last chance to back out!”“I don’t want to back out, Sir. I deserve to be well spanked for being such a slut today!” I slowly pull. Once more, old hands at the camp looked up at the barking laugh. They were finding it hard to get used to a jovial leader. In past years some had nicknamed her Stalin. There was no doubt the camp was still well-run, enjoyable and valuable. Now it was happy. Happy was not a description that would have arisen before. Morning talks even covered subjects like being nice to each other, looking out for each other; where previously they would have been an opportunity to remind campers not to drop. After a few minutes of sucking Frank’s dick the boys pull me up on my feet, rip my bathrobe off and the both of them grab my panties and just rip them off me like it was rice paper. I scream at them for doing that, but all they do is push me back on to the bed, so there I am laying flat on my back legs open, feet on the rug and William crawling up to my head with his 7 1/2” cock swinging between his legs. He straddles my face, points his cock down to my mouth and tells me to just open up so.