As we threw the rocks, Pam told me about the book she was reading. ‘It’s a collection of personal accounts of people who had dreams that came true...or revealed something unique. Some of the people only remember a hazy outline of their dreams but others remember the details. One mother was telling about a dream after her small child was hit and killed by a drunk driver. In the dream, she asked a messenger why the child’s guardian angel didn’t protect her innocent son. She said he told her that. She had a pouty angry expression that let me know she had had a bad day. I sighed and shifted slightly so my raging erection was straining less against my pants.“What’s wrong Grace?”“Mrs. Lattimer is a bitch.”“I see. What’s she done?”She threw herself down next to me and poured out the story about getting a “few” bad grades and being forced to detention, and how she was an utter tyrant. Now let me say, Grace was exceptionally smart and for her to be getting bad grades was unacceptable. She was. Change-over day was always Sunday, and that day corresponded with Parents' Day; the day parents could come visit those kids who were there for longer periods. This was particularly appreciated by the younger tykes who were sometimes homesick.It was the sixth Sunday of the season and everything had eased since Hartwell had had his attack almost a week and a half ago. Those campers who were there for the season were the most conscious of the more relaxed atmosphere. None of the campers were in. OH SHIT! this is going to be a good night of sex. She stands up and drops her panties, fuck the pussy was phat. I pushed her back on to the bed and dropped my head in between her thighs and ate pussy like there was no tomorrow. I had that phat pussy gapping wide open, rubbing my face all over it. I had pussy juice in my hair, ears, all over my face.She commanded me to fuck her face, as always do as I'm told. I sat up on her face and stuffed my cock and balls down her throat. Reaching behind me.