If you were caught fighting, you got a warning, and a second offense was a banishment from camp for a month. A third offense led to the river. All the...rest of the justice was dispensed by the Shamans, and I was damned glad of that.A couple of evenings a week, I would teach the Shamans the 'secret wisdom' contained in 'Hooked on Phonics' and the mystery of letter sounds. Let me tell you, those guys were so happy to have their own secret language. It was funny actually.After we'd been working. When the elevator stopped, we got off and headed for my door, stopping every few feet to dive once again into a mind-blowing kiss. I fumbled with my keys, almost dropping them twice before I got the door open.We stood there a moment, doing nothing but looking at each other. I was thinking furiously, trying to figure out what I should do next. I guess Nadine was doing the same thing. Nothing appropriate came to mind, so like an idiot, I picked her up and carried her through the door, kicking it. He sat beside me and I covered my bulge with a pillow. My cock was limp already and I could feel bust of precum. I cursed him and uninterestingly I chatted with him till she served breakfast to both of us. My uncle had the unusual habit of going bathroom after breakfast. So I was happy again and could feel my cock getting hard in my shorts.He went to the bathroom and as soon as I heard the sound of the latch I went to the kitchen and pulled down my shorts. My aunt did not wait this time; she. This year was no different. When we walked in to the reception, it was the usual collection of women, some still dressed in their work clothes, others like Lauren and myself who made a little effort to put on some glamour. While I had been stealing a few glances at Lauren from the time we arrived, she certainly had my attention this night. She had on an amazing little pant suit that made her ass look incredible. I kept trying to slip around behind her to see if I could tell if she was wearing.