Last weeks camping trip had 3 of my stepdaughters friends - me and two tents and a small camper for private encounters with less noise. I take them to...a nudist camp that is really a swingers paradise for p**o freaks like me...i trade them whores for other tasty treats and there are plenty to choose from. The casual nudity is the start of a young girls confidence, as they notice full grown men looking -- staring trying to brush up against them in the pool or trying to put lotion on their back. ’ I know that phrase was hackneyed and overused when I was still a kid, but in this case it was true. I had an image of King on top of me, inside me and I lost it. His room was only a few doors down from mine and I flew out into the hall and I began pounding on his door. I wanted to kill him. I know that Chris felt the same way, he’d already driven his hunting knife all the way through King’s front door. All I could think about as I pounded on that door was that if Chris killed that piece of. Damn…I was perspiring like hell and my head was spinning…it hurt but not that bad; not as bad as I thought it would. My little cunt was on fire anyway; I eased down on him until he hit bottom in me!I was also trying to be quiet about it. It hurt but it also felt good, hell, it felt wonderful! I looked at him, while he looked at me, he was smiling.“Goddamn you’re tight, hot too, hotter than hell inside!”I just moaned, relaxing down against his chest.“Does it hurt…is it too much?”“No.” I said,. The d**gs had certainly altered my decision making rationale and the added side effect of increased libido didn't help. It was night now and I lit up a cigarette as I walked a few blocks and then turned arond to walk back. I stood on the corner, looking as if I needed a ride and cars drove by without much regard, but an occasional whistle or hoot from some guy. It was nearing midnight and I was lighting up my 4th cigarette when a car pulled up and asked if I needed a ride. I leaned into the car.