She especially was turned on by the thought of seeing me loose my oral and anal cherry. She had fucked me several times with a dildo and I loved it an... she really wanted to see me get fucked by a man.We had arranged a weekend getaway to the Dells in Wisconsin and were to meet for breakfast on Sat. morning early. She had told me she had a surprise for me but little did I know. When I arrived at the restaurant, she was already seated and was with a man.I walked over to them and he stood as I. That seemed only fair, because I had been thinking the same thing about his body. I offered to help clean up after dinner, but Lauren’s Mom told us, “you kids run along and have fun. There’s just a few paper plates, after all.” Lauren said we should join Tommy and go cool off in the pool. “Let’s change in the tent,” she suggested. In the tent, as Lauren undressed, she said, “This is it now Abbey, clothes will be off. Are you okay with that? Swimsuits aren’t allowed in the pool area.” As I. She'd dreamed of chasing her own form of "spawning red." She sighed. It would never happen. Just about the time she had screwed up the courage to approach that deeply-tanned construction worker or that unbelievably sexy road crewman, fishing season was over, the salmon runs were gone, and she had her husband back.She reached down over the side of the bed, fishing for her "smut basket" as her husband teasingly referred to it. Instead of finding her trusty butterfly and dog-eared copy of Slow. What a bunch of fucking prudes! Well here, we've completely eliminated the notion of sexual harassment. Instead of prohibiting it, we condone it. We embrace it. We encourage it. All the women here are expected to provide sex to all the men anytime that they want it."This was all too much for me! "You mean, I get to have sex with all of these women?" That's right. We have a dress code that requires all women to wear only short dresses, short miniskirts, or micro-miniskirts. The dresses must all.