The ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ from the men as my arse is freed from my jeans are intoxicating. My thoughts are to get naked as quickly as possible and...fuck and suck and suck and fuck every man there. But I tell myself to slow down. They are here for me and I am here for them. The chair allows me to roll over onto my shoulders and feet to finish removing my jeans, my fabric covered mound arching into the air. My jeans join my boots back behind the chair with a toss, well out of the way. My left hand. ITWAS HELD AT "DOC PIERCES" STORE. HE HAD CONVERTED THE BASEMENT INTO A MEETING/RECREATION ROOM.THERE WERE ABOUT 15 SCOUTS AND JUST A FEW PARENTS PRESENT. WE ALL TALKED ABOUT OUR FIRST UPCOMING SEMI ANNUAL "JAMBOREE". IT WAS A MONTH AWAY AND WAS TO BE HELD AT THE COUNTY FAIRGROUNDS.WE GOT LISTS OF ITEMS & SUPPLIES THAT WERE NEEDED TO ATTEND. DAVE SAID HE WOULD TAKE CARE OFEVERYTHING, AND THAT HE ALREADY HAD NEARLY EVERYTHING. HE WAS A AVID HIKER, CAMPER, FISHERMAN.DAVE OWNED A VINTAGE FIAT 4DR. There was one she recognised though, and she had an account with them, however she didn’t know that he did. She knew it wouldn’t be difficult to find out his user name, she would just check his e-mails, but she didn’t think she’d be lucky enough for him to use the same password for this too.So she checked his mails and found his user name for the site. Well, she thought as she navigated to the site, here goes nothing! She typed in his user name and football2010 and crossed her fingers as she. ” Seemed surprised. “Yeah,” he said, “we did, didn’t we?” “I don’t usually come, but I couldn’t hold back.” “You could try thinking about baseball,” he said, chuckling, but her blank expression told him she didn’t get it. She handed him more tissues then got up and went into the bathroom. He wiped the lubricant from his ass, and saw traces of blood on the tissue. His anus felt soft and supple, as completely wrung out as he felt. Good chance it would be sore for a while. She brought back a wash.