I part her pussy for him and pull back the hood of her clit so that her bud is completely exposed. He dives right in flicking it with his tongue and s...cking it into his mouth. She couldn't hold back. She came so hard I thought she was going to black out. We let her recuperate while we undressed each other. I love to kiss him when his mouth is wet from another woman’s juices. It adds a new dimension to the kiss. My hand is on his thick cock and I can’t wait to stuff her mouth full of him while I. Later, as they sat by the lake, he excused himself to go back in the RV for what the women assumed was a bathroom break. When he returned, he resumed his place and pulled them to him. The moon was up, but scattered clouds intermittently obscured it as the four sat on blankets and snuggled together. The gentle lapping of the lake only a few feet from them was a soothing sound, despite the barking of a dog somewhere in the distance.“I keep listening for the phone to ring with a camper saying he. Jack had said something Friday night to Judith -- "There will probably be a period of 'Oh, God! I'm a slut!' and things will get rough until you move on to 'Thank God I'm a slut!' which is where you need to be." For me, the 'Oh, God -- I'm a slut!' period had started in high school and gone on for almost twenty-five years while I repressed everything and was therefore unable to move on and learn to live with myself -- but overnight, I'd finally moved on to 'Thank God I'm a slut!'The problem was. He was as good a friend as there ever was. We were roommates during away games. We hung around together until he started to hang with a bad crowd. He wanted money and was caught selling dope at one of the parties. I was saddened when I found out about it.He told me he let me down, he let his family down, and the team down. He lost his scholarship, and a chance at the pros. He was almost a shoo-in. He was sent up for five years. He lost everything.I kept in touch with him as much as possible and.