XXX: Fuck... even if this one group story ends?

YYY: Listen to me briefly. I studied at the institute, where there were girls in groups, and boys could be met very rarely. I was one guy in my group. Should I say that I had not had enough attention? Consequently, all my friends at the time were girls to whom I trusted during my studies. We had a subject called sports tourism, led by a young boy, only after the institute. So this trickle collects a seminar every year and declares that it arranges the march, and only the most active will go to it, whom he will choose at the end of the session. Well, he perceived me as a friend, because you don’t communicate with guys, because they don’t exist. And here is the end of the session, we chose with him two of the "most active" girls, and embarked on a campaign for a few days, stopped for the night in the forest cottage. Fresh air, pleasant fatigue, a little stitched from all this girl, we and the instructor got out of the backpacks a bowl, which was a lot to bring to the condition of tired young girls and was not needed, well, should we continue, what was at night? Not because it’s all shit, and what did you expect?