There were hundreds if not thousands of pitched tents. The stench of feces and urine was everywhere; even from the air you could smell it.I had made C...mp Smith to look like a third world town; compared to this place the camp was the Hilton.An old backfiring jeep made its way to us with a horde of people following. We had landed well away from the old Korean War M.A.S.H. tents. I did not want the rotor wash to blow them over or cover everything with the rancid dust.Doctor Mengal Palermo climbed. From what I could tell, Crystal had grown a lot since I last saw her and stood 4 inches taller than me now. I hoped I had a t-shirt that was going to be long enough. Going through the dresser, I pulled a lot of them out until the one I held up to me was touching my feet. It looked more like a nightgown than a t-shirt. When I got back to the kitchen, she was hard at work arranging lots of cans, jars, and fresh vegetables on the counter.Crystal stopped long enough to quickly undo her brown belt. I happily said, “deal!” Got over and got on my knees to continue where I left off. Now I was able to get him way deeper down by throat. I massaged his head with my throat muscles while my tongue worked his shaft. Occasionally pulling him out to suck his hairy old balls. He had me stop after a few minutes to give me a taste. He didn’t suck me as long as I’d normally like, but I was okay with that. His teeth kept scraping my shaft and head and it was beginning to hurt. I pulled out of his mouth. Stephanie had left us while we were in the bathroom. She was back now, holding a bra, panties, stockings and the waist clincher. I got a sick feeling in my stomach when I saw it all. Just the idea of wearing women's lingerie made me feel sick. "I need to use the bathroom." I announced. "Go ahead dear but try to hurry." Connie told me. "Don't mess up your makeup." Pam added. I threw up what little I had in my stomach. I was sure they could hear what I was doing but I didn't much care. Connie.