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A husband_s hobbyThe natural pine-wood building was small, with a central living room off which the various hallways and bedrooms for the camp's adult staff led. Since most of the staff members were both teachers and guides or counselors, no one was in the cabin during the afternoon except the black-haired academic teacher. She invited her young guest to sit down in one of the comfortable bean-bag cushions that dotted the sparsely-furnished living room. "Can I get you something to drink, Jason?" the brunette offered graciously. Part of the camp's program was to help give the boys confidence in themselves as human beings, and Natalie was in the habit of being polite to all her young students. "Um… okay," the muscular youth replied with a nervous smile. His long, down-covered legs were bunched up awkwardly on the low bean-bag pillows, and underneath his regulation camp shorts, the teacher was shocked to notice that he was surprisingly well-hung. The slightly visible bulge of his sleeping penis was outlined by the khaki bermuda-length pants, and just below it, the two spheres of his balls were clearly pressuring against the crotch seam ...» |
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