"Canoes! And we camp in tents?" Patrice asked.I nodded."Can we share a tent?"I shook my head."Unfortunately, no. We're still chaperoning, remember?" I...know. I was just hoping. After last weekend, I can't think of anything else."I smiled at Patrice's discomfort."Tell me about it."Patrice smiled at something."At least Abby is in the same boat," she said. "After Trip's visit, we did a lot of talking." Comparing notes?" I asked slyly."Girls don't talk about that," she said.I gave her a hard. Tell me your condition, Hawley. Honestly, I hope it’s something so daring, so devilishly erotic, that I cannot refuse.”“Your pussy will never have another hair, and my name will be permanently tattooed on your pussy lips.”“OH HELL YES – DO IT NOW!”“Jennifer, this is forever. Never to be reversed - are you sure?”“Yes, I am sure! I hope forever turns in to an eternity. Tattoo my pussy, Hawley. Give me titties that will stretch this pullover jersey, and wobble-wildly as I walk. Then give me a sexy. Robin had tied an apron around me to protect my pretty dick, as she put it, and then stood there next to me with her hand under the apron, playing with my dick. What a distraction but a welcome one.Soon, I had fed the girls and cleaned up the kitchen, when Rita took me by the cock and led me up the stairs, saying over her shoulder, "You're good and hard, now, it's my turn, Billy," and we went in the bedroom and she lay down, spread wide as I knelt in front of her. The other girls circled around. Trying not to disturb Dawn, I got up and headed for the door. When I opened it the light flooded into the room, I turned and looked back at the drunken girl. Oh fuck it was my sister Jenny who had been on the receiving end of the three guy's attentions; where the fuck was Jeff? Still in a daze, I had relieved myself then I went looking for him; I found him in the garden, he had also passed out. What could I do but leave him there and go back to Dawn. I had only been away perhaps twenty minutes.