She held my Laura in her hand and directed the tip towards her hot wet choot.I pushed forward and the head to my Laura entered her choot which was lit...erally on fire. As my Laura went in she screamed ‘ooohh aasta karo darad ho raha hai bahut bara Laura hai aa ka plz aasta’. I didn’t hear her pleas and gave hard push an almost half my Laura went in her wet cunt. ‘ aaaahahahahah aaaoooo meri choot farao ga kya hai bhagwan maa mar gai aasta meri choot ko aapka Laura ka size ko adjust hona do fir. I remember it ended up being a kind of "strip-high card" thing, and at a certain point we had to close the tent flaps as it became obvious that neither of us wanted to be caught by the rest of troop in that stage of undress. (Much less caught by the scout leaders!)Eventually we got down to underwear, then nothing, and then the dares got into that sort of boy thing that happens: "If you lose you got to kiss my butt." "If you lose, you got to kiss my butt outside the tent." Then "touch my dick",. I "found what I had wanted" and returned to my fold out chair with some classic literature book from high school that I never read. In my opinion classic literature was created by dumb-asses that one day got drunk off their asses and began spouting out long words that were then written down by someone and eventually put together to sound somewhat intelligent.I don't even know why I carried such things, perhaps to make myself feel smarter. I placed it on the ground next to my chair and continued. I am going to call the doctor that treated him in Houston to see if that is possible and if that might shed some light on our search.”“I just don’t know what to do about Bosco. We don’t have the money to pay for all of this.”“Don’t worry. He was injured on our behalf and we will make sure he is taken care of. I promise.”“Really? This is going to be awfully expensive.” Teri was shocked.“Really! Our family will find a way. You two are covered.” The two women hugged, and Lynn wiped the tears from.