Neither would tell anyone where it was. Even the folks who owned the lodge didn't seem to know about the fishing spot.Cal called Ron over and they too...k inventory of the gear again. Cal called the items out while Ron checked them off from the list they had made several weeks ago. Tent, 2 sleeping bags, inflatable 2 man raft, blankets, a couple of changes of clothes for each of them, cooking equipment, folding shovel, hatchet, waterproofed matches and disposable lighters, metal plates, some old. He took no time at all in lubing his huge black dick and then ramming his full eleven inches deep inside my anus.He was so right; there was nothing that I could do to escape the invasion of his huge piece of black meat. I had no choice but to just lay there facing him and take whatever he gave me, as he vigorously fucked my asshole, my asshole that could not refuse.After spending some time fucking my well gaped asshole, Jerome decided it needed to be stretched even more. So ¡, he took out his. Becoming Twisted doesn't just happen at random. It's a genetic thing, alegacy of the Antarctic Flu and what it had done to the survivors.Thanks to my mom and the genetic quirk I'd inherited from her, I wassomehow becoming an antenna and tapping into some strange quantum fieldthat all Twisted were connected to. And like all Twisted, the firstmoment I connected to that quantum field I was being reshaped andtransformed...twisted into something different.These thoughts all passed through my mind. We were obviously flirting with each other I was just too dim witted at the time to realize. From there we began to exchange pleasantries when passing in the hall, would make idle chit chat if we saw each other either at the gym, library or in the lunch line that sorta thing. She even grew so bold as to sit with me at lunch which her being a sophomore and me a junior was against protocol each grade had its own assigned dining area, depending on which regimental ass hole was in the cafeteria.