You’d only be underfoot. However, I do know someone. Let me make a phone call. I’ll be right back.”The dialogue in this story is partly in Engli...h, partly in French, just like it is spoken in that area of Quebec, heavily populated as it is by people of English, Irish and Scottish origins as well as French. To make things simple, I’ve kept the remaining dialogue in this and subsequent stories as English only.Chapter 3; SurpriseHeather left the kitchen by a door that probably led to a hallway.. We arrived as a group and took our seats on some log benches. The camp staff put on a play for us and the girls were entertained with some pretty good comedy. I had talked with the head camp counselor and was in charge of lighting the camp fire. I had hidden a combination of common chemicals I got from the landscape shed in the base of the fire pile. Before you ask, no, I will not tell you what chemicals I used. I addressed the assemblage with one of my favorite scary camping stories.Right when. After putting everything neatly away, he turned to Timothy.The boy was still mostly dressed. When seeing Mr. Oliver standing naked next to him, he quickly removed the rest of his clothes.Mr. Oliver had d****d his towel over one shoulder, and Timothy did the same. Again, he had to resist the urge to touch Mr. Oliver’s flaccid penis. Mr. Oliver motioned for Timothy to follow him, and they walked down a corridor to a shower room."First, we take a shower, then I'll show you around."Mr. Oliver. She looked around the lounge for a place to play and decided that she would set herself up near the television. She crawled to the wall next to the television and pushed the dildo against the wall until it was sticking straight out at the perfect height. Not wasting any time, she turned around and backed up towards the dildo. Using her hands, she guided the plastic cock to her entrance and then pushed back, letting the head split her lips apart. She moaned as the new toy slipped further inside.