As a small child I had the run of those places. Few if any noticed if a small boy was around. It was quite common for me to walk through or have a cok... in the women dancer's dressing room. No one thought a thing about it and neither did I for a long time. Then one day a stage hand offered me a buck to tell him what a certain dancer looked like. So I went in and stood around until I got the information he wanted. Even then my powers of description were quite good. After that I started to look a. I can't think right now.Later that evening, when I was stoking the evening fire, I remembered aswe all were eating our hotdogs, beans and drinking our bug juice I lookedover at Daniel and he smiled at me. He mouthed to me 'you ok' I shook myhead yes gently and smiled. We hadn't said to much since our earlierencounter. It wasn't like us not to talk, as we were always mouthing offabout something or to each other, it was a strange evening indeed. Istirred the coals of the camp fire one more time. She was moist and ready for sex. He pushed gently against her pretty pink vulva opening her to his enormous cock. It hurt as he started to stretch her wider than she thought possible. She looked backwards and watched as more than eight inches of his manhood were now buried deep inside her.He began to fuck her with slow deliberate movements forcing more and more of his enormous cock into her. She had never felt such pressure and she was near to a climax.“Oh fuck. Oh yes. Fuck fuck fuck.” She. Perhaps a quick fuck wasn’t the only option here. He could turn into a boyfriend. I had to remind myself that I was jumping the gun here.He was a perfect gentleman, opening my car door for me and telling me I could change the radio station.“I don’t mind Christian rock,” I said. It wasn’t a lie. I mean, I wouldn’t listen to it on purpose, but some of it wasn’t bad.He smiled sheepishly, displaying the cutest dimples I’ve ever seen on a grown man. I expected to feel damp between my legs. What I.