My bent legs jerked and writhed shamelessly as I enjoyed the most amazing self-styled DP ever. I blamed it all on my hormones. The men wasted no time...dragging me over to a clearing and pushing me onto my knees, with my arms straight down, supporting my robust frame. I was surrounded by willing, twitching cocks; too many to count. I was so aroused, realizing that my fantasy was coming true before my very eyes: a hard cock found my mouth, as several hands reached under my torso and squeezed my. I kissed the salty tears from her cheeks, then kissed her lips softly several times. I pulled out of Kara and moved so that I was on my back and she was half lying on me. We cuddled in silence for several minutes.“I don’t want you to leave after what we just did,” she whispered. “Would you stay the night with me? Would you do that for me?” she pleaded.I’d managed it with Jennifer, so I hoped Dad would be OK with it this time.“I need to use the phone,” I said, getting out of bed.“Steve! Is that. The whole combination provided very nice privacy at the campsite. It also meant that we could once again keep our wives naked for our viewing and ogling pleasure.Ken said, “That should do the trick. I can’t wait to see Cindy’s boobs again. That woman has one magnificent rack.”“I’m not sure how I should react to that. Maybe I should be offended that you’re talking like that about my wife’s tits. But, you’re right, Cindy’s are the stuff of teenage wet dreams. That said, I sure wouldn’t mind. . lustful? I'm willing to bet not quite asmuch fun, huh? Tonight, we begin a new chapter inyour little black bondage book. Let's call it'Evening the Score', shall we? I was originallyplanning to either wait until you were asleep tonightand blindside you or perhaps coax some of our friendsat the party to ambush you. But then I thought whyshould I go through all that trouble when all I reallyneeded to do was flash my charms (out of the cornerof my eye I could see her cupping and caressing.