It was approx. 1hours back along the track and 2 hours down so we decided to camp where we were. Even though we were getting low on water. Next mornin...g our leader took several empty winecask bladders and went back to where we knew there was a stream of good water. We sat around all day waiting for her to appear and eventually late in the afternoon, she arrived hot and bothered. She told us she had been sitting as high up a tree with the filled wine cask bladders avoiding a family of feral pigs. It was about 11pm by this point and they’d invited about a dozen other students to their house before they went out to the club. Getting this essay finished by tonight was going to be hard enough without feeling frustrated she was missing out on having fun, Katie thought to herself. Deciding she was going to need another coffee before she could slog through the last portion of her work, she made the dreaded trip downstairs to where everyone else was. When she got to her living room it was clear. My index finger slipped oh so easily between my labia, sinking without effort as far as it could penetrate. I began to diddle myself, pumping my finger in and out, soon slipping a second and then a third finger inside. I could hear a moist squelching sound, and smelt the clean, erotic scent of my juices. I knew I shouldn’t have been watching; that it wasn’t right to spy on my friends like this. But then again, they weren’t exactly in private, and must have been aware of the chance that they. “Slut, clean this up.” She went right to work on my cock and balls. First went for my balls. She did not miss a spot. She made sure that they were clean of pussy juice. Then she gave me a look that could melt a ski resort. A silent plea, pretending that she did not want to suck my cock. I could see the wetness of her pussy, and the slight hint of lust in her eyes. “This is your punishment, slut. Clean it up, or face the consequences.” Faking hesitance, she tentatively licked the head. Then she.