Slowly, she started to stretch her muscles and begin her usual routine. For a good ten minutes, she was in her own world and feeling the full physical...benefits. Even though the gym was almost completely silent, the brunette beauty was too focused on her yoga to realize that an employee had been standing a few feet away watching her do her routine. After a few seconds, the man finally decided to make himself known. How goes the workout? he said as she was in mid-position. Fuck, she said as the. Now, that was a valuable discovery!That night after supper, they put all of their food in the car trunk and closed it, confident that it would be safely stored overnight.It was nearly dark, so they decided to try out Julie's toilet paper substitute. They walked about 100 feet from the camp, and Julie squatted first while Jeff kept watch. When she finished, she tried out her leaves and found them to be adequate for the job. Jeff then tried his luck, and his results were the same. Tomorrow, they. Her head thrashed against the bed and her thighs squeezed my hips as she came. I could feel the clenching of her muscles around my shaft almost painfully as I rode out her climax. As the throes of orgasmic pleasure began to subside I slipped my hands up around her knees and pushed them back until they were almost touching her shoulders and pumped into her a bit harder, knowing from the tightening of my sac and the boiling therein that I was not far from cumming myself. With one last thrust I. Turn around so I can see everything." I slowly turned around and when myback was to him he exclaimed "Holy shit! Is that a buttplug?? Are youreally wearing a buttplug you little sissy faggot? You are a piece ofwork Marcy."When I'd turned all the way around, he was looking thoughtful. "Well,obviously you need a lot of work but I think you could be hot Marcy.You're pretty slim and not too tall. Hmmm..." Did I hear him right? Didhe say I could be 'hot'? What the hell did that mean? What was going.