You don’t want to disappoint Kayla.” I said. I knew calling his Mother Kayla was bothering him. He had a bigger frown on his face. “You’re ...ot going to help?” he said. “No! You’re the expert camper. I’m just here, so you can go camping. Have fun buddy oh pal.” I chuckled. I quickly walked back down the hill to the beach. I walked up next to Mrs. Schmidt. “I tried to help but your son won’t take any help. He wants to do everything himself. He told me I should go for a swim too. You. Tom laughed at the bewildered look on her face and explained the arrangement that he had reached with Peter Black."Okay. Let's give it a shot," she said when he finished.After a quick shower and an hour drive into rural western Pennsylvania, they arrived at Peter's abode, an ancient but well maintained farmhouse sitting in the middle of recently plowed fields that stretched over the gently rolling hills as far as the eye could see.As they exited the car, Peter came out to greet them. Of average. The club we were going to, Rage, was in a converted fish processing plant. The line was around the building when we pulled up and parked, but this didn't even faze Elizabeth. Walking directly up to the bouncer, she stood on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The bouncer, an enormous black man, smiled and stepped aside, letting us in."Thanks Nick," I heard her say as we walked past.Inside of Rage, the club was multi-level, with the bottom floor being the bar area and the general. She was going crazy as I slipped my cock into her willing wet pussy with ease. I shagged her for a good ten minutes before I filled her pussy with my cum.It was during this time that she let it slip. "I would like to take part in a gang bang," she announced.I asked, "How long this had been on your mind?"She replied, "For a while now."Over the next few days, we trawled the internet for suitable men who would be willing to help us with our fantasy. We soon had a suitable list of five men. We had.