They stood caressing each other, two perfect shapes before him. He boldly walked his naked wives along the deserted beach. A few unguarded moments all...wed some laughter, love amongst the trio growing deeper.“How far is it to Abidjan?” Jenny asked.“I’d say from studying the map, about 230 kilometres,” Sula replied.“That’ll take us maybe another four or five hours, depending on the roads. Sula, we’ll need you to help us find a hotel room for the night,” Scott mentioned.“Abidjan is the capital. But since I didn't understand a word of it, I frankly didn't care and just gave him a big shit eating smile. I'd gotten the jist of the message by the way he smiled at me, showing all of his well-sharpened teeth that had each been filed to a point. A mark of the highest Deseret nobility. He was just giving the usual warning that most bad guys give: 'You will know pain, then you will know fear, and then you will die!' More or less. Additional comments about one's mother were optional. I had. I knew guys stood in front of the toilet and did something, aim it I think, and 'went'. I'd never gotten into the mechanics of it until one night, after Jon and I had had a very nice time together, when he admitted he had to pee. I did, too, and this was one of those funny things that happened in the group. At one time or another every guy in our group had had his face down between my legs, and I'd sucked every one of their dicks. But we still did our business in the bathroom in private. Not. I thought I'd write about it. I hope you enjoy it...Kala* * * * *It was late summer when I was invited to go camping with my friend Debra and her parents. Debra and I attend the same high school and we shared a couple of classes together last year. Before that, we were in elementary school together.I've never been camping before and I was really excited! We were going to be living in tents in the middle of the woods.We drove up this little dirt road and got as close as we could to the campsite..