They would not take lightly to the threat that a high school whippersnapper was going to muscle in on them. The very irrationality of their reaction c...ertainly pointed in that direction.Okay, suppose that was the root cause of the antagonism toward me. Granting that did not explain where the muscle was coming from. We wildly speculated further, and I came up with the idea that one or more of the Old Guard was involved in an illegal gang-style operation, and he was calling on some of the men from. Stumbling back out onto the dance floor we continued dancing and drinking, eying up the boys and sliding our bodies against one another. When we finally needed to sit and rest, we took our shoes off and decided we'd had enough fun for one night, and it was time to grab a taxi. By the time we got back to mine we were tired and our feet were sore. Stripping off all our clothes, we threw on a couple of long t-shirts before falling into my bed. She rolled over so we were face to face and smiled at. I love to kiss and so does she; we literally take each other’s breath away. The kisses and cuddling give way to the slow and deliberate caress and fondling of two astute lovers. Her flesh is discretely exposed. Her skin glows, goose bumps appear, her breasts tighten, both nipple harden outward pulling the skin at its base into wrinkles. My lips and tongue strike southward down her neck in search of the milky swells and pink buttons no eye could miss, paying homage to her along the way. I. I found those quite interesting until I saw one from Jenny's perspective. A twenty-stud circle jerk is terribly messy. I had never been gang banged much less branded on the pussy with my legs staked out in the splits. I must say, that camping trip was a unique and excruciating experience. We are not talking about an itty bitty brand. We are talking about a cattle brand the size of a woman's pubic bush heated red hot in real fire.The branding of the cunt's cunt was the culminating act of three.