I had seen pictures of his wife, let's call her "E". She was in her mid-40's, with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. A bit small, looking miniscule...next to "N", but broad, with big breasts and a big butt. Being quite thin and having a nice a-cup myself, I was excited to be with a woman who had in many ways the opposite build from me. While talking with “N” I was imaging what his wife would look like when we arrived. Would she be fully clothed, like him? Completely nude? Wearing some kind of. ”He ignored me. His eyes were lusting after my bare flesh. He looked me in the eyes for a moment “Don’t worry, I wont low ball you.” He smiled as he reached for his wallet. He got out a crisp $100 bill, folded it and put it inside my bra, letting his hand rest on my cleavage. My head was in a whirlwind. I put my face in my hands. He laughed “I can tell you’re new to this.” He took my hand, pulled me up and then placed me down on his lap. He groaned as my ass cheeks were planted on his lap. I. . .’ What the hell did I mean? If I didn’t know why should I expect him to? From my point of view things got steadily worse. Or better. It depends on how you looked at I suppose. His hands were all over me, touching me in the most sensitive places, doing weird and wonderful things to my body. I was just lying there, letting it happen, even though I knew I shouldn’t. You wouldn’t believe how disappointed I felt when he stopped touching me and stood up. I just lay there and I’m quite sure my body. ” I nod in agreement and run out of the pool, hop the 6ft gate, walk into the lodge and enter into the Camp Horn Bank connected next to the lodge. Yes, Camp Horn has its own currency and bank, just like the wizarding world. One US dollar is world one coin and one coin can buy you gum and a diet drink. Thank goodness, there is no real security to protect the bank, just a door that has to be unlocked by a card, only the head counselor in each cabin has. Thankfully, I was cool with the head.