Once at their camp ( two tents) she said they iced the beer down and that one guy told her to pull her shorts diown so he could pay her of the favor. ...he said the picnic table was in aspot where no one could she her so she leaned her ass on it and spread her legs , she said well get busy. He got on his knees and grabbed ahold of her hips and burried his face in her smooth shaven cunt. She said he wasn't real good at eatting pussy but that it was good enough to make her hot enough to want to. She told me that she was going to have Tracy, Debbie V’s sister, babysit. I offered to pay for it, and Debbie gratefully accepted. I knew Mom was going to have a hissy fit, but I didn’t give a damn. We said ‘goodbye’, and I told Debbie C that we’d see her on Friday.“Steve, did you have sex with her?” Bethany asked.Stephanie laughed, “Who hasn’t he had sex with?”“Squirt? I said with a grin. “I haven’t had sex with you. And if you don’t want it to stay that way, be quiet!” I turned to Bethany and. .." he glanced at Josh. We chuckled."This is Josh, Joseph, and..." Pleased to meet you," said Joseph. Their hands met and held as did their eyes."More than pleased," Josh replied."Uhm," Clara interrupted the mutual seduction, "This is Molly who I told you about. And Francoise and Alexandra and last but not least, Joseph. Another Joseph."He looked at me puzzled. "We look alike," he said."I wish," I replied with a shrug. "I want to show you a picture of someone who does look like you. Perhaps. Like being naked. With you. You look at me, and you aren’t disgusted. For the first time, I begin to think I’m, well, not an ugly mess.”“You aren’t an ugly mess, and you have a brain. How did you do in school?”“Kept up. Mediocre exam results. Difficult to do a good job on studying when...” she trailed off.“We’ve never talked about your home life.”“Single mum. Alcoholic. Do you know about Korsakov’s Syndrome?”“Alcoholic dementia.” I’d encountered one or two when in psychiatric practice.“She’s in.