We had to get our camp physical before we could start the rest of camp. We didn’t know what to expect as we hadn’t been to a camp before. Up to ...hat time we had our meetings and camp fires and our mothers were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at camp and with counselors and mothers were back at home…it was exciting to be on our own now at last without all the hovering.Our uniforms were the shades of green and brown and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem. I brought Shelly’s head up and gently pushed her so she was lying flat on her back and I then climbed between her legs. Brad and I then started to pound the cunts of our women. This was what Saturday mornings were made for.Brad started at a reasonable pace (as much as I could get any focus on what he was doing as I was focussed on giving Shelly an enjoyable and pleasing fuck). I was enjoying the feeling of fucking Shelly – her cunt was very tight and gripped my prick as it moved in and out of. She ran one hand up Dawn's bare back under her shirt and the other touched her bare stomach. They continued kissing more passionately as Buffy's hand reached inside her little s*ster's skirt, now completely hiked up to her waist. As Buffy's tongued slipped deeper into the young girl’s mouth her hand slid inside her panties, through her tiny patch of pubic hair and for the first time touched her wet vagina. Dawn let out a gasp. "Oh my god, yes, Buffy!" was all Dawn could manage to say. Buffy. I was crushed. I thought we had something good going and then he tells me he has no intention of marrying me. But then he told me why. He was fifteen years older than I was, "When I'm sixty you will only be forty-five and in the peak of your sexual prime. I won't be able to take care of your needs and from forty-five to fifty-five those needs will only get stronger, but as I move from sixty to seventy I'll be less and less able to do anything for you. In fact, there is a damn good chance that I.