We both knew the chances of getting caught were high when we went back to camp and hour or two later than everyone else, looking like we had run a mar...thon and smelling like we ran it inside a brothel. It would take a minor miracle for us to hide the fact that we’d screwed each other silly this afternoon from our chaperones.Add in one more risk. Jordan said the chances he could knock me up today were 33%. I dismissed the 4% chance on Monday as inconsequential. Tuesday’s 7% chance? No big deal.. But here she was, pleading with him via telepathic sending. He made a mental note to investigate later and discover why this rather important revelation had been overlooked. Before Darlene could respond further, Arlin slid his long, thick cock deep into her tight, slick egg passage. He blocked out her thoughts for the moment as he rode her. He wanted to focus only on the moment. He did not want to hear any more of her thoughts. All that mattered was that he use her assets as they were meant to. This time I added severalhair pins to make sure the scarf was secured as he worked. Even thoughhe protested that this was unnecessary he still stood meekly by as Itied the scarf for him. To be honest I really didn't know how he feltabout being dressed as he was, but for me it was a major turn on, hecertainly wasn't fighting against it. Did a submissive soul lay underthat masculine shell, was he really seeking to be dominated, we wouldsoon find out.-Chapter -2-That evening we ate at the dining. Men, women, even Chandler’s drag queen father, she craved them all. She wanted to eat pussy and ass, wanted to suck dicks and balls, and wanted to have every hole in her body get sore from constant use. She wanted to walk funny for days, remembering with every ache how wonderfully fucked she was. She wanted to walk up to her husband, boyfriend, and other lovers in only a dress and lift it to show them how much cum leaked from each of her holes. She wanted said husband, boyfriend, and lovers to.