." he said"so how is the experience? " well i am just new .. so not much experiences yet.. but i love the atmoshphere " how are the girls ?" ahhh nice...piece of asses " u like any ?" too many to choose " we both laughed he thn asked abt me .. i said ...after a while we ceased chatting .. n both decided to take a short nap ..it was getting dark n the bus lights were off .. everyone was either taking rest .. or sleeping .. but i wasnt ..i was wide awake but pretended to be asleep... i. We got showered, I did my morning routine while he got dressed inKeith's track suit and last night's underwear (Mine was no good as theywere too small and thongs which could have chopped his balls in two -not good)I came out of the bathroom and got dressed, he was watching every move,again I told him he would soon get used to me, sadly he said "looking atyou getting ready is a totally new and exquisite experience, you aregorgeous"I wiggled into my jeans, slipped on a spaghetti strapped. We spread out along the road in a dense woods and waited for the militia column to come to us. They showed up about 4:00 PM and were already tired from marching in the heat and humidity of Southern Georgia. There was almost no breeze, so they had no relief as they marched, and they were going through water at a rapid rate.I’m not sure of exactly how it happened, but the 800 men were not marching as one group. The were broken into three groups, and the first group of approximately 300 men was. Smith had slyly fashioned distinct pairings for this final evening of Father-Daughter Weekend. The assignments were based upon fetish feedback forms submitted by the fathers. Mrs. Smith had scripted scenarios with appropriate costumes and characteristics in response to the forms. Each senior student was briefed on the particular roles and duties necessary to fulfill her assigned male’s ‘dream-cum-true’. As he downed the last swig of brandy, Mr. Clark found Number 4 written in bright red.