Helena was busy bouncing up and down on my cock when Paul said something to her in her native tongue and she smiled and started to dribble huge globs ...of spit all over his cock. He rubbed it into his cock and then walked behind her, spat into his hand and rubbed it into her arsehole. She smiled again at me and leant forward resting her head against mine. Paul eased his cock into her arse and I could feel his cock through the thin layer of flesh. Helena started mooing again and began talking in a. Both of them were horny as hell, Harold wanted to learn about sex and Jeanne was a really great teacher. How could things get any better?Jeanne led Harold into the bathroom and started running the water to prepare for a shower. As they both entered the shower she could not help but notice that Harold still had an erection. She could hardly believe it, he might not have any control but there was no denying that he had plenty of staying power for at least tonight. He could not stop staring at. Occasionally, every one would take a glance at me.The problem was, I had (and still have) a horrible self image. I knew that I wasn't a jock, and I didn't have the muscles that Archy or any of the other athletic students had. If I was naked, I'd be a scrawny and pasty looking nerd.I took a few deep breaths, and tried to think of something that would take my mind off my nervousness.Naturally, I thought of June.Great. Now I was a scrawny and pasty looking nerd with an erection.Why did I think of. It was ten after two when they finally went to bed. The reason it took so long? They repacked the chests in the truck ... unopened. They didn't do it to harass Violet. They couldn't find the keys.Why two trunks? They stored the tipi, liner, ozan and door in the first trunk. It kept the cover clean. The second trunk was their traveling altar.They put the plywood over the chests and slid the two trunks, one empty, one full, on top of the plywood. They locked the Van and started a little fire in.