I know I know...I fear that some of my friends will be disappointed in me...I decided to *not* participate in the blow job contest.  Of course, this contest (and a few others :) was the brain child of K.  Hehehhee...only at camp are the party games so fun!

At one point I wandered through the open pavilion.  I was wearing that tiny little black zip-up dress...garters and black stockings....6 inch platform heels.  Heads were turning...and I felt good.  I was surrounded by hedonism in several flavors...surrounded by cocksuckers.  Couples were sprawled on beds and mats and sex furniture...this one was on her knees head going back and forth...another guy lays back as she worships his cock...another gals moans as he fucks her face again and again. 

The contest was fun...jaws were sore and a winner declared...I believe the gal who won said uncle because she'd become sooooo tired.  We spent a lot of time the next day, giving E a hard time...after all...he broke the cocksucker!