I could see his right arm moving in short quick movements. My eyebrows furrowed. Was he masturbating? I could faintly make out the image of a naked wo...man on his screen. The November air was cold but my insides were suddenly hot, the kind of hot that you get when you get caught doing something you shouldn't. I could feel my pussy begin to drool and it was the only thing I felt. The rocks under my knees, the cold air, the dark spooky trees, none of it registered. The night was silent except for. That wasn't much, but the accompanying retching SUCKED since she ended up dragging on her abused breasts... Dumbjohn went back to rapping, and Tabitha hung there, moaning.A few taps later, the blunted tip of the nail was flush with the underside of the plywood. Dumbjohn went and got a small block of two-by- four to give him leverage from which to pull it out the rest of the way. Laying it over the edge of Tabitha's breast offered a way to bruise the shit out of her and cause her intense pain,. As she did I caught the scent of her perfume and caught a glimpse of her supple cleavage, yummy… She sat down next to me, a bit closer than someone normally would. She drew out the equation and solved the example problem for me so I could see it step by step.“Wow, that’s actually easier than I thought it was,” I said. She turned and gave me a slight smile. She had a different kind of look in her eyes that I wasn’t sure how to interpret. The tension in the air was palpatable, and I was already. “Undo the Gawddamit buttons!” John slurred.“You are naughty, John,” Jamie giggled as she unbuttoned her robe. She glanced over her shoulder toward the camp of the father and son. It was quiet and had been for a while. Perhaps they were in bed.Jamie weaved slightly. She opened her housecoat with a flourish, giggling uncontrollably. Her large breasts swayed as she gave an impromptu wiggle. She harkened back to their younger days when they dabbled in exhibitionism. That had been so hot!!“Turn.