Hinata had waited for me so she could take my arm as we walked through the shallow area to where it got deep enough to sit with the hot spring water u... over our shoulders. I also knew that it is rude to stare at other bathers even before I saw the sign. That didn’t seem to matter to everyone who was watching my seven-inch limp dick bouncing around as I walked with Hinata to the seats.Too bad for them that I only needed a brief glimpse of someone to see it all.In some Norwegian language, a girl. “Why do you call her Honey?” Mrs. Simmons had JUST noticed that we all had different names. I am sure my mom had addressed Julie as Honey dozens of times since I had been there.“That is a good question. I gave her a new name because Julie is a disgusting, lazy, selfish brat and a trouble maker. I wanted her to start fresh. I gave her the name Honey to help change her attitude,” my mom said.Mrs. Simmons nodded and watched as her daughter pushed a Barbie doll feet first into my mouth after making. I didn't particularly want to be a girl scout but was made to go by my parents. So for nearly two years I was made to go every Friday night when the other girls my age were going to the local youth club disco and smoking and so on. I completely hated it. I particularly hated Richard the scout leader. He was far too nice and pleasant and supportive for his own good. So much so that he lets us scouts walk all over him. He was so nice he was all the things a girl my age hated. Every time he spoke. But the icing on the cake was when we met our neighbor. His name was Bobby and god was he hot. He had a swimmer's build (which wasn't surprising considering he was on the swim team in High School) that he frequently showed off when he tanned himself in his backyard wearing nothing but speedos. Today was no different. We occasionally looked out to see a perfect vantage point of Bobby from our window as we fucked."Oh god baby, he's wearing those blue ones that make his cock look so tasty", Eric.