I pulled my lube out and rubbed it in softly to my asshole. I just loved having my asshole touched. I thought it was so gross 4 days ago, and now im a... addict. I just start getting myself worked into a good lather, when Tommy knocks at my door. Go away Tommy! I hollar. Please let me in Casey. He begs.I mill around in my mind a bit and come up with a plan. Ok, but you have to do whatever I ask if you want to come into my room.Ok, I will. I promise. So I wipe my asshole clean and put my lube. . but the shocks were becoming regular. Almost predictable. Harbingers of future events? Maybe or maybe not. It seemed like a good idea to keep moving. The voices in my head agreed ... keep moving.Getting the crew together, I put it to them.“I’m getting weird...” I started.“You can say that again,” from one of the girls. And everybody nodded.“As I was saying, I’m getting weird FEELINGS about the trip. You are college students. You should be learning to think. I want to put it to a vote. Keep. She recoiled as she touched her clit, not from the old hangups, but because it was too sensitive to take direct touch. Instead of removing her hand, though, she experimented with what touches she could tolerate. For many minutes, she avoided direct contact with just the one area, instead exploring everywhere else between her legs, seeking out any spot or any touch that would lead back to another climax.Mentally slapping down any guilt-based hesitancy, she explored her genital folds in a whole. .. he's done that before. But only once had anybody besides his 12-year-old twin sister and his other two sisters, Ariel and Daphne, seen him like that! (He didn't even want to think about that time Morgan's friends almost saw me. That was really a dirty trick of hers!) Man, had he been embarrassed! That was what made his parents set down their strict dress code. Albert had to dress like a guy (not that that stopped Morgan from forcing him into her clothes), and, because they wanted "to be.