Both guys had not long finished work cuz they were still dirty and still had their hi viz jackets on. They had both been watching me for a little whil...e when the fat guy in the passagers seat waved at me and he wanted me 2 go and get in the van with them bt i got all shy and jst sat wanking for them, another couple of minutes passed then he got out and walked over 2 my car and knocked on my half open window, i said "hi u ok?" and he jst grabbed my door handle opened my car door then pulled me. M came and we were up. sarha and I went to ben's room for the daily wake up sex and cleaning . ben tell's sarha wear a low low top,mini skrit, and heels have ur make up and hair done. with that sarha was went to get ready and ben said clean me boy. There were 4 cup's of coffee on the kitchen table as orderd i was under the table. The door bell ring's and sarha in a white low cut top , a light jean color mini skrit , and black heel's with black finger and toe nail polish go's and open's the. That happy way you felt after a climax (or two or three) certainly precluded anything as mundane as bitterness at our society's political climate. Your whole body felt charged up, but relaxed, and you wanted to snuggle with a male (horrors!), or worse: impale yourself on his hardness over and over again (even more horrors!). That was far more fun than complaining at the top of your voice that you couldn't speak above a whisper.(Another aside): I'd read about this in accounts of the protests in. Not wanting to get caught in the camp, I would grab a couple magazines at a time and go in the woods to carefully examine all the beautiful tits and legs (they did not show pussy shots yet) This went on for years. At first I was too young to even get a boner but that eventually changed and I would masturbate in the woods sometimes even twice a day. The dirty magazines seemed to be on my mind all the time. I would daydream in school of going into the camp, grabbing some mags, and jerking off in.