Both Piper and I just stood there and let them look at us.Piper and I stared at the boys and they stared at us for ages before I said, “So what are ...ou guys doing here?”“Camping dummy.” One of the boys said.“Yeah, I can see that, but why here? Are you Scouts or Guides or something?“You’re the ones that look like you could be Guides.” Another boy said.“Just because we’ve got pussies instead of cocks doesn’t mean that we’re Guides, we could be Scouts.”“So are you?”“Are we what?” Piper. ‘I’m already dripping wet thinking about you.’ I pulled the hem of my t-shirt up and dragged a fingertip though my pussy lips. ‘Me too.’ Susan grabbed my hand and pushed the finger that had just been in my pussy into her mouth and sucked on it. ‘So good.’ She kissed me as she cupped her fingers over my pussy. ‘Tonight we have plenty of time.’ ‘All night if need be.’ I cooed. My t-shirt was off before the door shut behind us. Her dress landed on the floor about halfway to the bedroom. We lay. Zanyia’s rough tongue, so different from a human’s, lapped through my folds. Her pale fingers stroked my thighs as she nuzzled into my snatch, drinking my juices like a cat at the milk saucer.“Oh, you naughty lamia,” I groaned, shifting on the chair, my eyes watching my brother. He spoke, looking animated while the barmaids cleaned his spunk off Elli’s tits. “He’s telling them about rescuing you, I bet. Making it seem far more heroic and outstanding then it was. He’s a good storyteller.”“He was. ’ A high-pitched voice came out of the truck. Inside, a beautiful brunette in a red and blue plaid flannel shirt was hunched over the steering wheel. The truck was still in reverse and still beeping. The loud revving of her foot still pushing the gas pedal made the whole scene really noisy. She had backed into a fence in front of some fine pines. John and Dave walked over toward the revving truck. ‘Isn’t that one of yours?’ The truck had a John Patriot logo right in the middle of the door..