”“What is that supposed to mean?”“How many of your girls would do what she just did. Only yesterday she admitted to me that she had let a comp...lete stranger fuck her, then when offered to her she sucked another man off in front of about twenty guys’. Then she admitted to kissing her best mate, she then fucked another guy in a public bar in front of a group of men, her brothers included. And her only regret was that she had not been allowed to cum. There was no regret as to her act but only to. Even aircraft, oddly enough, didn't seem to fly over. Probably, Ken thought, because he wasn't a celebrity.They walked (or crawled, in Jane's case) for a couple of minutes to a stand of trees. There wasn't much shade under them, and the day was a typical SoCal summer day. Bright and very hot. Jane was quite dusty and sweaty when they finally got to the the trees. Naturally, that got to Sandy, since Jane's sweat was laden with pheromones; besides, Sandy had a thing about sweat.Ken put the bag. Finally the day had arrived, the morning of Memorial Monday I woke up to yet another of Stacey's famous tongue whippings to my clit and pussy lips when she noticed I was awake and enjoying her, "Good morning spit-roast" she gave me her new morning greeting, "OH YEAH!!" I screamed as I had a powerful orgasm thinking that in just a few hours I would be riding a spit and enjoying the pain of it pushing my meat and organs to the side making room for its 3 inches of thick steel as it was forced. He heard them whispering, "We should initiate Mike during this trip, he needs a good scare."Mike thought, "They are trying to scare me, they won't do nothing." Mike eventually fell asleep for the long trip to Camp Lucky and hours of flower viewing enjoyment."Smack!" Mike suddenly awoke with Billy standing above him, saying, "Hey dumb-ass, where here, so get your wimpy butt into the cabin." Mike quietly complied and grabbed his backpack and walked to the cabin. Inside, it was a mad house of boys.