You pick up the glass of champagne and hold it up for me to take a sip. My head lifts up as you tip the glass and hold it to my lips. I manage to get ...ome, but it also dribbles down, I feel it slide down my chin, and onto my chest. I am watching you and I can see you watching the escaped liquid travel down towards my boobs. You get me take another sip, and then another each time pouring a little too much, deliberately now I feel, so that I can feel it over my chest, on my nipples and dripping. ”“What is ‘the Rumble’?” I asked.Sean shrugged. “The boys get together and fight to see who gets to be King of the Jungle for the semester. It’s like a tournament. The King of the Jungle gets to take other kids’ desserts and stuff.”I couldn’t believe my ears. I exploded with anger. “That is the most irresponsible thing that I’ve ever heard! How long has this been going on?” I cried. “Nonsense like this could get the camp shut down, Sean! And what about the kids? That’s the last thing that. Opening the door revealed the amber-colored pixie hair of a short and skinny girl, wearing a ratty long-sleeve shirt over a tank top covering her modest A-cups. Below the belt she was wearing some black leggings."Hey Cal!" she proclaimed, "Ready to hit this place up?"As we walked, I texted Blake. He was younger than us, freshly out of High School at 19. Real thin-looking dude, at 5'9 and only 120 lbs. Without his short blonde hair it'd be tough to pick him out of a crowd, he'd hide behind. Wo ab mujhse frank hoti jaa rahi thi. Mein aur wo terrace pe rehte the to sham ke waqt wo apni chat pe meri side aakar baaten karne lagti. Wo deewal par jhuk kar mujse baat karti jiski wajah se unke chooche dikhte the ! Waah kya chuche the gol gol aur mote!! Bich mein deewar hone ki wajah se wo meri side nhi aa paati thi. Khar kyunki unka kamra upar tha to jab wo naha kar aati thi to seedhi najar unhi par padti thi. Gili salwaar kameej mein unki bra penty dikhte the aur mera lund khada ho jata.