“Office please, I can’t believe this, why are you harassing me?” You ask. “Because I am a cop and you’re a bitch. Now do what the fuck I tol... you.” I go to the bathroom and leave the door open so you can hear me pissing. I come out of the bathroom with my long, thick half-hard dick outside my pants. “Wow…wow oh shit, your dick is huge.” You exclaim. “Yeah, just the way you like it right pussyboi.”“Huh…huh, wait no, no I’m not like that.” You deny.“Bullshit, you’re a cock hungry bitch. I could. In hindsight, I was a pain in the ass to my parents the first couple of days.In the afternoon while everyone was gone I walked the campground's big circular road. I saw who left. I saw who arrived. I had a fantastic time feeling sorry for myself. The new teen girl suddenly popped out of the woods and startled me."Oh, hi," she said with a cheery smile."Hi," I mumbled. My eyes started at her breasts and went up to her beautiful eyes."What are you doing?" Nothing." I'm going down to the river.. That's what we guys do when confronted by our spouses. We go on full defence, knowing we did something wrong and are going to be paying for it even when we have no idea what it was we did.I was now tense but dared not move, waiting for the revelation of what I was going to be paying for and how much was owed.I felt a slight jab in the ribs from a feminine elbow. Not hard, just enough for effect. Almost playful I might say."It's all your damn fault. According to the timetable, 'The Plan' should. I didn't even check the place but walked straight in, Jay followed. The place was full of those African street seller guys and full of a strange smelling smoke. They all looked as we walked in. I ordered a coke & Jay had another Brandy. We moved away from the bar to have our drinks. I started to feel really relaxed, whatever these guys were smoking was good stuff.I remember Jay was looking quite dreamy. A guy came up & started talking to us in broken english. He wasn't African but looked like.