My heart raced thinking about what was happening. This couldn't happen. This isn't how camp is supposed to be. I was frozen staring at his eyes unsure...of what to do."Maybe you aren't hungry," he said softly.He gripped firmer with his hand and pulled it back towards him. My leg had no choice but to follow him making more space between my legs. I finally found my senses and scooted the chair back and tried to stand. Rich met my actions and pushed down forcefully with his hand, sitting me back. “that’s alright. Why don’t you talk to your parents about this?” she was quiet for a while. I asked her again, to which she started crying and wrapped her hands around my hip.“my dad is also an alcohol addict and my mother don’t want to listen to anything” I didn’t know what to tell, what to do. “my life is over, the soon I get used to all these beatings.., the better it is,” she said. I got angry.“how could educated women like you talk like this?” I said. She stopped crying and was quiet for a. Taking the towel and her hand I lead her naked to her bedroom. With my arm around her waist we approach her king size bed and I lift the quilt. “Will you?” I suggest and without a word she settles into her bed and I cover her with the quilt.She watches me as I strip. I take my time folding my clothes building her anticipation. As my dick comes into view she mummers, “It’s been a long time….. And never that big! Please be gentle?” ‘Guys and girls, about my dick, she is only being polite.’ I lift. “So you’re saying that their instability was due to our inability to commit,” Karen said.“That’s right,” Mike said. He looked down at his left hand in disgust. He said, “I gave up the use of two of my fingers because our President couldn’t convince their leaders that he had the support of the American people behind him. Why couldn’t he? He couldn’t because he didn’t have the American people supporting him.”“He did at first,” Karen said.“No he didn’t. Half of Congress never believed that he was.