She shifted around so that her behind waspointed towards the boys."Oh baby! Couldn't we use you back at camp tonight.'" A young Tenderfoot said in ahi...gh-pitched voice.The girl, kneeling, her ass towards the shop window, raised her hips, and her skirtrode up until a white triangle of panties, bulging with back-thrust cunt-pouch, poutedat the Scouts.The Boy Scouts, their pricks stiff with longing for the thinly covered girl-meat, staredin silence."I bet she's just a prick teaser," the patrol. How can that be? I’ve even started joking with him, and be damned if he doesn’t seem to understand jokes and sarcasm. I just forget and talk to him like I would a person, but, dammit, there’s no way he can learn language like that. Then after a hesitation, Whether it’s possible or not, he responds appropriately to almost everything I tell him to do, and he listens attentively to whatever I say. Hell, let’s face it. He’s fast becoming the best friend I’ve ever had. Then after a pause, he added. She stopped moving on my cock for a second, “oh FUCK,” Helen shouted, “I’ cumming again,” and I felt fluid drench my cock and balls. This fluid felt different, it was hot, watery, and a lot of it. I had never felt anything like it but knew she was cumming hard and it was because I was fucking her. And that is all that mattered.“Oh shit Larry,” Helen said as she relaxed from what had to be a mind blowing orgasm, “I peed on you, you made me cum so hard I couldn’t stop it. Do you want to stop?”I. Had I thought of the coding earlier I could have written down my experiences at my former employment but they are now only past memories and it would take far too long to cipher them. Be assured, this is a truthful account of my exploits. An account that I dare not write in plain language for fear of it falling into the wrong hands and my being prosecuted and sent to prison or worse.It is not my intention to write a day by day account in the form of a diary. I should have started some months.