I stayed in the bed room not daring to come out as long as John was there. My heart was pounding wanting to be held by the one person I knew would kee... me safe. Her words fresh in my mind “the girl that she loved” were the rumors and my suspensions real. Could I have desires that I suppress. The door opening startled me back to reality. It was Sally, not knowing how, but I was in the safety of her arms. Pulling each other closer. We exchange a quick kiss. Sally said she needed to lock the front. But she sensed my hand down as her thighs touched and she pushed me back instantly.Di – “No. Don’t make this a habit. Go to the washroom.”Me – “Di, I need your help.” (looking at her breasts)Di – “No, It would stain the clothes. Be a good boy and relieve inside the washroom.”Me – “Why do you worry about the clothes? I feel good when I relieve feeling them. Please let me do it.”Di – “It’s not about the clothes idiot. The staff would think there is something between us if they find out these. “I gave him a kill-switch of sorts. An ability to turn off his conscious mind and kill instinctively, whenever the danger is imminent enough, like a snake striking a deadly foe with its venomous fangs. If the peril is sufficient, Dan will suddenly turn into a cold-blooded, almost reptilian killer. He won’t be able to stop it. This is an involuntary reflex, triggered automatically by mortal jeopardy.“While Art couldn’t harm any of you, the moment that he realized that fact, he was going to go. The pale blue suit was like the sheerest of lingerie. A Bra and panties hiding her most sensitive of parts. The contrast of pale skin meeting the pale blue fabric was simply intoxicating. She would constantly adjust her bottom as it crept up her firm ass. Constantly pulling her top up just enough to cover her large nipples. Finally, we decided to call it a night. The tent was much farther back from the fire where the cool night air offered no warmth. As we entered the tent the drop in.