At that point she squeezed even harder and he squealed and squealed and then blurted out,"Yes, panteeees". "Not until you plead to kiss my girly panti...s" she shouted,not releasing her crushing grip at all. He shrieked, "Please, please let me kissyour girly panties." She released her grip a little and lowered her intoxicatingpanty-crotch onto his face: he kissed it enthusiastically. I felt so ashamed tosee a big strong male with his male urges on display, defeated, humiliatedand broken by a. I loved it. He was the best man anyone could fuck. Even better than the guy I was fucking before him. Probably it was because the guy was older so that meant that he was a bigger dick that would fill me up better. I would fuck the camp counselor every single day in the woods after that. And the boy who I fucked before him came along too. So it was a threesome. Eventually, I told the camp counselor how much of a slut I was and he invited the other guy camp counselors and boys from the camp. One. I was close several times to actually offering my mouth for someone's use. The thought of that just made me more excited and horny, but I always chickened out. One trip when I was pretty hot, I decided to leave the door unlocked and see what happened.Well "it" happened all right. A guy knocked on the door and peeked in. When I just looked at him and didn't get up from the stool or speak, he came in and locked the booth. The man was a little older than me and decent looking. He leaned against. "Thank you for the flowers," Amelia said. "We've got a lot of things to doso we'd better be off straight away. We'll be back around one." With thatshe handed me her flowers, picked up her handbag and directed Edward backout of the front door. "Put the flowers in water, Katie. Bye. See youlater."We all said our goodbyes as they slipped out quickly."Thank you for the flowers. That was very kind of you," I said to Jonny."I'll find a couple of vases. Why don't you sit in the lounge and I'lljoin you.