THETRAIL TO GLORY Part Two
As night fell the level of scotch in the bottle dropped. There seemed to be much whispering and giggling among the girls. The men’s hands began to get more bold, rubbing the outside of the crotch of the girl’s shorts and squeezing tits. I began to feel left out but remained silent. I’d been invited to share their camp and if I began to believe I wouldn’t be invited to share their girls? Who was I going to complain to? Smalltits was the first to stand up and pull the man who’d been kissing her...