The third says, “I want-a to be Sara Pipalini.” St. Peter looks perplexed. “Who?” he says. “Sara Pipalini” replies the nun. St. Peter shak...es his head and says “I’m sorry but that name just doesn’t ring a bell.” The nun then takes a newspaper out of her habit and hands it to St. Peter. He reads the paper and starts laughing. He hands it back to her and says “No Sister, this says ‘Sahara Pipeline laid by 2000 men in 3 months’”✧ ✧ ✧Three men, a philosopher, a mathematician and an idiot, were out. Then only I realized my situation. But it was too late to hide. His hand was moving slowly on my thigh as he was noting the reading on the tape. I had closed my eyes one due to shyness and secondly I was feeling that I was floating. Probably he saw my condition.Now his forefinger just touched between my thighs. I didn’t know what to do. Should I push him away? But the feeling was so good that I automatically widened my legs. Babu had slowly started rubbing the center. I kept quiet allowing him. "I mean, if they were worried about security those doors would have been locked."Everyone nodded. And no one else said anything. Amy's head sort of spun as moments passed in silence. Each teenager settled down into their place, including Amy, who found herself staring nervously across the way at the boys. What's next? was probably the question on everyone's mind, Amy's included. She looked toward Elissa for guidance."Anyone got a joint?" her Goth-garbed friend suddenly grinned."God damn I was. Then my cousin made a smooth move with his hands and Mother gasped, and I knew it had happened.I looked down, and sure as hell, my mother’s brassiere was on the floor of the camper, too. Her firm breasts were completely exposed. As I stared at my mother’s breasts, with their erect nipples, I began to groan, too, because those sweet jugs could be featured in any tit magazine in the world. Those afternoons at the gym had really paid off as she looked like a young girl rather than a 37 year old.