With only that little hip flash to show the way, they hurried down the trail.
Stumbling over roots and rocks, fending off whipping branches, Melanie quickly wished she was wearing more than just her colors. The chaps protected her legs if not her bare butt and crotch – she wished she hadn’t taken off her c**k; its face-plate would have helped. But her arms were soon scratched and welted from the tops of her gloves on up. (Bobby had come this way naked?) After five or ten minutes of this she had to ask.
“What are we getting into here, you guys?”
“You don’t want to know,” grumbled Jeri from behind. Clearly this was another extreme new members were usually shielded from. Nevertheless Toni answered.
“We’re going to crash a ‘femcan’ party. If you don’t know (and I wish I didn’t) femcan is
