I don’t fucking know, but they said it even gave the Littlejohn ‘twins’ the creeps and I didn’t like it either. Just made my entire skin and s...ine crawl.”Fredi didn’t dawdle after that and we reached the next camp about an hour later and although it was evening and we’d done our planned eight hours, everyone was in the mood to keep going almost immediately. The camp was at a nook just a few yards inside of a crossroad of tunnels, all seeming man-made and identical to the one we were following.. I’m not aware that she has a boyfriend, but Erica assured me that she does not.Justin is a math teacher at the local high school. He’s a tall clean cut guy that can’t be more than twenty-five years old. He lives just on this side of Erica, and to be honest, I don’t ever think I’ve heard him say one word. If I see him mowing his yard or somewhere around town, all he does is smile and wave. Not much for conversation.Erica said she’s tried to set them up but they’re both a little too shy to go. ..fuck I dont even have anything in my bathroom that I could use to protect myself...and besides a towel,I dont even have clothes...I carefully, slowly get out of the bathroom, being careful not to make too much noise, leaving the water on as decoy...but as I make it to the bathroom doorHe walks in and pushes me against a wall, shutting the door behind us... his hand is on my mouth, not allowing me to scream...my heart is beating wildly, my breath is keeping up with it, and my eyes tear from. His pants began showing wetness around the tip of his exploding cock. Miss Travatore, unsure of how to handle what was happening in front of her, reached out to help steady her student. As quickly as it began it ended. The boy slumped down into his seat again, Miss Travatore helped to guide him back into it. The wet spot on his pants had expanded. It was very obvious either he pissed himself or he came in his pants. Light headed, he apologized to her. "I'm so sorry, Miss Travatore. I . . . I.