Who doesn’t want to hear that? But being the perfect friend does not equal being the perfect husband. And I have a lot of work to do for that.”“...o,” Carter said, more sharply this time. “It’s not you.”It’s Alex. Aka the douchebag.You can’t tell him that. He’ll only shut down on you.“You are perfect,” he added.Aron exhaled and smiled fondly.“Eh, I suppose I can let you tell me that a few more times. I definitely need the encouragement. And I need to find a way to get Alex back and...”No, no, no,. She was 5'4, 110lbs red hair 36C tits. She decided she was going to wear her green corset a green thong and of course the matching thigh hi's attached to her garters and 6" green heels. She looked hot and left for work.She got home about 3am and still looked hot as hell. She sat on the bed and told me about her night. She said she had to see the owner first to get her outfit approved so she went to the office. He closed the door and told her she looked hot but wanted her to pull her thong. Tracy had all the girls line up in two columns and we marched to the dining hall loudly singing our school song. Seating in the dinning hall was assigned with two tables per squad. Eight girls and a coach sat at each table. As we marched into the room I was met with quite a few curious stares, smiles and even a few sexy winks. I had the feeling I was going to be pretty popular there being the only male in camp. The head camp counselor made announcements of program changes due to lack of. Helpless to use her hands, I controlled how much dick she could taste, then moved to let her feel my swollen balls brush her lips.I returned to her pussy - now it was time for me to get serious! I slid her thong off, temporarily untying her legs, then tied her back up in a spread position. I traced up one thigh, across her lips, and down her other thigh with my surprise, a mink cuff. Delicately tickling her outer lips, she opened her thighs to reveal her moist core, her pink clit already.