"We were about to judge, but then Eddie let it slip that he had already kinda fucked me, and it was unfair for me to know more than the others. And Da...e said that he had done it, too, even though he didn't cum in me. And then Gary said that he and Molly had already fucked on the beach. So Christine suggested that to be fair, all the guys should stick their cocks in each girl, just so she knows how it feels. Not fuck or anything, just a quick poke. That would be the only fair way for the girls. ." Brighton answered, almost inaudibly.Brighton walked on in a desolate mood, he had a list of notorious pubs and boarding houses to visit, and try as he might he did not have the fortitude to simply throw it away. Ned had always been a close friend, and when times became difficult a good man to stand beside on the battlefield. He could not, would not, betray his mentors - whatever the cost.However, he did wonder about his friend sometimes, for instance, when Ned had said he did not doubt his. .. to find that I had just put on a pairof pink panties. Panties that had not been there before. As I pulled the panties to their final resting place, I noticed I had beenunhampered by my male undershirt, which had been huge on me. I placed ahand against my midriff, frowning somewhat, then looked downward... tofind that I was wearing a black satin bra. The tent that had been my dress shirt behaved the most independently ofall, and I caught its change, perhaps because it was the most extensiveof. I had been driving for 12 hours straight, and it felt really good to be able to stretch my legs. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the low light in there. As I stepped to the side out of the way of the door and waited for my vision to adjust, my nose was assaulted by the distinct odor that permeated the air of the joint. An aroma that any biker, trucker, or oilfield roughneck would instantly recognize. A smell compounded of spilled beer, stale vomit, old sweat, and a coppery tinge.