"Wigs aren't good for every day, but on the right occasions they reallywork."From behind her back emerged in her hand the wig in mind, an almostlumine...cent hot pink stack of tight Shirley Temple style ringlet curlsflopping over the entire thing. I bowed forward to receive my new hair,and she slipped it over my scalp and adjusted the look until it wasperfectly straightened out and arranged. I noticed a couple long tubecurls fell at each side of my face, slightly in my field of view. It wasfake. I blew a kiss to Terry and waved to the others as I headed out back and grabbed the full trash bags. I came very close to herniating myself as I heaved them up. Wondering what the fuck was in them, I tried again. This time I managed to get all four of them up off the floor and I staggered out the back door. It was really stupid to carry them all in one trip, but I wanted to get back to my girlfriend as quickly as possible.When I got to the dumpster, I dropped the squishy bags and heaved them. "I want to fuck you." he said. "Now. And I know you want me to. I've seen the way you look at me."He lifted her dress a little at the back, and she gasped. She could feel how hard he had become now. Her mind was in a whirl, she had fantasised about this not 4 hours ago, but now it was happening, and with David next door. "No," she protested. "David's...we can't..." she stopped as she felt his fingers brush over her panties and search for the way in. They found it. They teased and rubbed and. Jim did get his precious bear skin scraped well enough to get by for a few days, so he rolled it up and helped with the camp chores. During supper, all he wanted to talk about was that damned bear skin. By now, I was beginning to hate the blasted thing.I spent a miserable night in considerable pain, but I didn't know what pain was until I had to take a crap! I couldn't sit up, so I had to lie across two logs placed beside my bed so that my ass was hoisted far enough into the air to allow room.