Turning to walk between the shelves of books I strode towards the back of the library. Finally I stopped, in the middle of a deserted aisle and turned...around. “Give me your blouse,” I said as she stepped up close to me reaching to give me a hug and a kiss. Freezing she pulled her hands back away from me and looked around nervously. She didn’t question me though, like a good girl she lifted her hands to the buttons below her cleavage and began to open them. My vision was locked on those mounds. " Also the showers are no longer co-ed. The showers have reverted back to their original schedule of boys in the evening and girls in the morning. In addition the cabins are not repeat ARE NOT co-ed." Anyone caught breaking these rules will be dealt with severely."The first day of the "New Order" had been a real downer for the campers. The presence of the board members Ethel Baker and Jonas Small were like an iron curtain descending upon the landscape. All of the fun had been taken away. Now. That all changed one Friday night when I stopped by one of the local bars on my way home late. There she was sitting at the bar having a drink, she was wearing a bright multi colored peasant skirt, a white cheese cloth shirt and brown boots. The guy next to her seemed to be giving her a hard time so I moved a little closer without her seeing me. “I bought you a drink so you could at least dance with me!” He snarled, the typical red neck in our area. This didn’t set with me so I moved in, “Hey. We socialized for a while with a few of the single males, all the time my wife was recruiting feeders for me. At around midnight we went to room, just the two of us thinking we'd fuck like rabbits and leave. I was quite astonished when upon entering the room, there stood 2 middle twenty year old studs with their dripping cocks in their hands. From across the room I could see the pre cum glistening and small drops just waiting to be devoured. My wife lead me by the hand, softly whispering in my.