‘I’m fucking hard and you’re just making it worse,’ I growled. Jules pulled her attention away from my eyes and cautiously glanced down at the... tent that had form in the front of my jeans. She noticed the wet spot that marked where my dick slipped out tiny beads of pre-cum and another were her juices had tattooed. With a soft smirk spread across her luscious lips, she looked up—seemingly proud of what she had caused. ‘You look…big,’ she giggled, her eyes squinting as her cheeks rose with her. " It does, I gave it a run when it came in."I packed the boxes into the ute and then went looking for some gifts for Jess, Fred and Dom. I bought a box of cigars for Fred as I knew it was his only vice, he didn't drink. For Dom I found a bottle of mid priced Italian wine. Jess was a lot harder to shop for, in the end I found a nice moon stone necklace for her. Shopping complete I headed for home....Later, back at the camp and after the evening meal I dragged out the projector and set it up in. She was so fucking horny right now. Closing her eyes, she leant against the wall as the water crashed down around her. With one hand still playing with her breasts, her other began work on rubbing her pussy. She loved touching herself, knowing exactly what she liked, and more importantly, where she liked to be touched. Her fingers rubbed back and forth across her peachy lips, warming her up even more.Then, her lips parted as two of her fingers dipped into her ocean, feeling the sticky honey. The marriages licenses, the rap sheet, the charges pending, the complaints, the latest news from the FBI and the tapes her son had made. She sobbed. Then he told her what could happen next. The anger set in and at 10 when the FBI showed up she signed the complaint and in less than 10 minutes Good Ole Ray had been picked up. The pick up had taken almost no time but since he had skipped before, he would be denied bail. The estimated time in prison was five to seven years. While Ms Jenkins was.