Her obvious gulp, she did it, her lips aganst my pubes, her eyes looking up, so sexy, so hot, I quickly pulled out, knowing she needed time to adjust ...o having a log rammed down her throat. She attacked, sucking me down, out, lots of spit, she giggling merrily when I told her to spit on my cock, obscene, it looked real dirty watching her service my wood, she wanted to please me, I needed to cum. She admitted that she swallowed the few boys she sucked, never really tasted man juice, I thought. Fuck me!”I smiled, looking into her hungry eyes. Her tits looked like ripe melons wanting to be devoured.“You want it bad, don’t you?”“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard! Let me be your whore!”Her words excited me. I smiled, looking at her luscious breasts, her hard nipples, and leaned forward, keeping my cock just above her dripping pussy while I sucked on her luscious breast, my tongue licking and sucking her nipple. I grabbed her other breast, squeezing and rubbing it hard and heard her gasps and. It was strictly for "them" on TV or the internet. But not anymore. And I found myself thinking about it more and more. I started watching my friends at school more closely. Watching my female teachers more closely. And looking at my mom, her friends, and especially Margie in a completely different light. I took a new interest in how shirts fell over breasts, how jeans and shorts hugged asses, bangs hung around cheeks and eyes. There was no denying that I was now interested in girls. Only. “You can unpack and put your things in the dresser. The bathroom is through that door.”Brian saw the door Beverly pointed at and stepped through it. It was a typical bathroom found in any house in the city. It had a toilet next to a sink and a surprisingly large shower. He closed the door and raised the toilet seat before relieving his bladder that he been holding during the drive to the camp. He then washed his hands before joining the girls in the main room.“How old are you?” Beverly asked.