Chapter 10 The tour of the Liberty Mountain camp consumed most of the day, and petite I welcomed the chance to sit down and collect my thoughts. We were back in the cabin with about twenty minutes to spare before dinner. I wanted to use the time to clean up before supper. Darlene had left to rekindle a long lost friendship or love affair. I had the evening to myself. Her parting words were, teen "Don't get into too many beds and if you do, save a spot for me." I had a real affection for Darlene. She was unusual in that she was emotionally loyal while also a free spirit when it came to sex. We were as much fellow travelers as we were lovers. Ever try to force a cat to sit on your lap against their will? It never ends well for either the cat or the lap. The night belonged to me. I frankly welcomed a few solitary Hardcore moments. I went to our room, changed out of my clothes, grabbed a towel, a bar of soap, and visited one of the four community showers. Any hope of sneaking in for a quick scrub down without company ended when I entered the room. The hour before the evening meal apparently was rush hour. I spotted the naked bodies of several females of various ages amid billowing clouds of steam. The way the light glistened off the women's skin sent a jolt of lust through me. The “slippery when wet” sensuality of water on bare flesh is a major turn-on. I waited my turn by the sinks lining one wall. Out of instinct, I glanced around for a urinal to use. The designers of the women's restroom neglected to install plumbing for men, of course. Until I learned the skinny practices and customs of my new home, situational awareness demanded that I be more mindful of my surroundings. Looking for urinals in a women's bathroom equaled a major brain fart. My voyeuristic presence in the shower room remained unnoticed by the ladies, so I took the opportunity to watch and relax as the sisters frolicked under clouds of steaming water. Each of the sisters shared a common physical trait with the others. In fantastic shape, the naked bodies displayed the lean and Daddy well-toned appearance of women who worked and played hard. I nodded again. It just so happened that she and Haylee both planned everything, and that is another reason that it was easy to decide to do what Haylee wanted, and to help Allysa fulfill her deepest and darkest fantasies. Her pussy is still slick with her own juices and I have no trouble sliding in. She take my entire length Daddy in one go with a gasp and groan all in one. I step to her and put my arms around her and hug her tightly. In fact, I’d be willing to bet that most of last night is a bit Hardcore of a blur teen to you?” My last sentence more of a question that a statement. I look at them and half-heartedly plead with them not to make me do this. She spits on her hand and lathers her dick with saliva before pressing it skinny up against my bumhole. You're my favorite lamia slave. “I love eating her. Last night was the 2nd night in a row we fucked. Another has her hand down her skirt, obviously teasing her clitorous. "WELL THEN, LETS GO petite TO MY PARENTS, THEY'RE IN THE BAHAMAS FOR TWO WEEKS," Larry winked. You should have. “M-Mr.Vee..? “Good.” He said as he nodded his head. You get off the bus and start walking to her house. Understand?” She giggled happily. “Damn, my little Ava... The two of us cling to each other in the darkest corner of the bare room, while some poor woman’s torment begins outside. She tried to lurch forward, but Sherry held her in place with an arm in front of her legs.