"They got back on the road, with Roger and Catalina trading off driving every couple hours while Bonnie slept in the back. They passed Birmingham in t...e wee small hours of the morning and arrived at the campground near Hattiesburg just before dawn."I am beat to shit," Roger announced as he shut off the Taurus. It was good to see the motor home again; as unsettled as things had been, he'd been just a little worried about how safe it was going to be while left unattended. This campground didn't. You look like you are trying to ask me something."The boy in him returned as he sort of shuffled from foot to foot, trying to decide whether to say what was on his mind or not."Come on, out with it. You know you can talk to me about anything."He hesitated a moment longer. "Unc ... how big should it be?" What?" My ... you know ... cock. How big should it be?"I remembered my own concerns about size when I was his age. I wished I had had someone I could ask then so I was determined to be as frank. She wanted to know if it was possible to hold an orgy for 10 girls, actually young women at least 18 years old. At 10 participants, Grace quoted a cost of $4,000 per hour. That was the bottom price, but the price would be adjusted upward if more girls showed up.The caller seemed to think that was a reasonable price. Hell, it would cost more than that to rent a country club for a dance. Grace was assured that none of the women attending were virgins with men, but most, if not all, would be. " "I know, I've seen Nancy doing this to you before and you loved it," she confessed, looking at me. Our eyes glared at one another for over five minutes straight as my heart blossomed in ways Nancy never made me feel. As her hand was drenched, my hands snagged her right wrist. "Give me your hand," I demanded, bringing her hand up to my lips. They opened up and her hand jolted right into my mouth. "Suck my hand clean, Celia, I don't want even a single drop of cum left on my hand." Every square.