" he said placing his lips against mine. "If you do it again. You will have hell to pay."I nodded to him. It was something about his voice. Something ...bout the tone of his voice. I know deep down he was not playing with me. We talked about many things till I fell asleep in his arms.I was awoken to a terrifying sound. ISat up as I had awoken from a horrible nightmare. My eyes giving the room a warm sweep. Not seeing anything I walked towards the window. Looking out the window to gaze at the. After I put on my make-up. I went and pulled on my suntan pantyhose up over my shaved legs and straightened the toes of my stockings around my pink polished toes. I stepped into my lacy pink panties with the matching pink lace bra. I pushed my breasts (40 D) into the bra. I have semi-permanent breasts that are glued onto my chest. I had them fitted at a shop especially for women that have had mastectomies. (But that's another adventure).I pulled up a little ribbed short white skirt. It really. He said it as he dumped a handful on the fire. The fire was strong enough not to be smothered by them. We carefully lifted the barrel over the fire then placed a flat rock on top. For the rest of the evening we checked the rate of burn on the fire. My guess was once during the night we would need to reload the fire bucket.Miles: I can definitely see the advantage of an outside way to stoke this fire. It would take only one of us to do it in that case.When we awoke at 2 AM, I went into the woods. And of course, they were soaked. Completely, uncomfortably soaked. Damien pulled his pants up and took my hand. We walked past them like they hadn’t just caught us having sex. He took me to my room, kissed me, and said goodnight. “I love you, and don’t worry about that. If they even remember it tomorrow, it’ll be old news as soon as we’re back home.” “Alright. I love you, too. Night.” He left and I stole away into my room. Marie and Christine had beaten me back. Marie was in her pajamas.