"Selene was puzzled that Lola had found her so easily. "Wait, how didyou recognize me?" Oh, I can always tell when one of us is near, and it helps to ...ook forthe one wearing clothing that doesn't fit. Now come on, I think youneed a drink."Following her back to the bar, Selene's mind raced with questions. "Ok,first things first, what am I exactly? How is this happening to me?"Stirring on a martini, Lola replied with a question of her own, "Welldear, what do you think you are?" Well, this all. With a shrug of his shoulders he walked towards the exit and the car park. 'Bloody wedding', he muttered to himself. 'The bride is one of her old school friends, I only know her slightly but one has to 'hold the flag'. The interesting thing about it is that she is attending the birthday of another school friend, one would think the wedding took priority but because it isn't a church wedding only one of those civil ones, my dear wife doesn't approve so the birthday girl gets the 'brownie. There just is not much time for release, and it is pretty difficult to even masturbate during the first week with a new camp group. The social day was going great, and I was meeting a lot of interesting kids and families. It looked like we were going to have pretty small groups, only two or three kids per counselor. I noticed two boys that seemed relatively shy, and they didn’t seem to like most of the counselors. Who can blame them really because most of the other counselors here for. Dammit, dammit, dammit!Why is it always her?This is hardly the first time I've tried to wank my problem away. Every time I start to touch myself, to relieve the pressure in my balls, she keeps creeping in... Her face, her body, her voice... they creep into my imagination, eating away at any fantasty I try to erect... her image is like acid... ... and each time, it's harder to stop. It's been a week now, since I last came while I was awake. My balls ache with backed-up cum, and I can feel the.