They wore shorts and blue jeans and slacks and skirts anddresses and things he didn't know the names for. The accessories wereeven more varied.Craig ...eached the bar. He placed one hand on the stool while watching awoman close to his age - to her age - in the far corner. She worebracelets with multiple studs in her ears and a sleeveless top thatdipped far down between her breasts.He stared. And he wondered how he would look in the outfit. With thebracelets. Whether he could get his ears. Damn, but it felt amazing. I slid that finger in even deeper, then pulled it out again and again. Soon I was panting, hungry for more. I reached over and and grabbed the strand of anal beads and the tube of lube. They are blue and the first one is quite tiny; they gradually increase in size up to 3/4 of an inch in diameter. I opened the lube and poured some over the first five beads. Then I smeared the extra around my crinkle. My legs were spread wide at this point, my feet braced on the bed. I. The final challenge was the cargo net. It was a giant V. The problem was you had to stay on top of the ropes because of the angle. It would have been much easier if it was straight up and down. You could have just climbed it like a ladder. Flee and I perfected a crab-walk technique, and finished the challenge.We were in first place, and raced back to start the second round. It was total gut-check time. My shoulders were killing me. My downfall was the rowing machine. It was something I had. We flirted with the girls all the time, butdidn't get too far.One night we all piled into my aunt's trailer for a group sleepover. one of the girls snuck in some beer that she stole from herDad's cooler. After drinking and partying pretty late, the girls andKevin got in a play fight, but it quickly got worse and soured theevening - the girls decided to sleep in the front part of thetrailer and Kevin and I got stuck in back.I was mad because I thought one of the girls liked me, but now Iwasn't.