I leaned up with his tongue still in my mouth and he had laid back onto the blanket and started to suck my BF off. Oh god was that a sight. When he wa...s as hard as possible without cumming I released his dick and just watched his tongue run up and down my BF’s large member, I was ready to cum when he finally released my BF and then I was told “he’s going to eat out your pussy while I ride his cock. Now stranger lay down so my girl can get onto your face.” The stranger laid down and I climbed. I pretended I didn't see the curtain that twitched in the next caravan as turn on the small tv set and sat and drunk my drink.I sat for a little while trying to see who was watching me from the next caravan from the corner of my eye.I stood up and walked back to kitchen areaand slowly made some toast for breakfast.my cock was rock hard now as the thought of being watched excited me so much.Walking back to the sofa and looking from the corner of my eye I noticed the curtain was now open more and. And there is more" hmm ok. I guess" I tried to seem surprised."Let's go to my room" she guided me into her room – it was a small but cosy room in the basement. The walls where sober and without any posters, in one corner there was a computer desk with a desktop computer on it. As I looked over at it I saw that www.smoothskin.com was open in one window. I pretended like I didn't notice. Her bed was a small one, I figured that the only sexual-positions you could have in it woulb be on top of each. .. apathy. Of all the fucking emotions available to me, that's the one I'd ended up with. That, and the thinnest, most frazzled thread of hope I could envision.I used to care about justice. But years of pointless struggling had convinced me at last that there was no such thing, and that there never would be.Not if I was the only one interested.I used to care about truth. After eight years in D.C. I couldn't even be sure what that meant. I wasn't sure I'd ever known.Pontius Pilate is famously.