Little streams of sweat vibrated off my body and ran down and off my sides. Even the hair by my temples was getting damp. I ran my middle finger up be...tween my boobs gathering sweat and returned to my clit with increased vigor. Then I felt it. A pre orgasmic tremor shook through me. I shuddered.I said, 'Are you ready to watch me cum?', as I fingered deliberately and rapidly.They said they were. I told them to tell me to cum and I would. I was going to cum anyway but I get off to being encouraged. Since that is what you really have to sell. A person's well being is his primary concern. Make it about them, not you." With those words I sat down."Okay smart ass, how do we make it sustainable," a young farmer asked."For one thing you don't spend all you resources on a one day event, one whose media memory will be gone on Monday. Get yourself a catchy sound bite which you can ride to the end. Then branch out. Do lots of TV interviews, start a petition drive on the Internet. Keep your message. We had been here many times with our parents. Two summers ago, while Marja and I played, mom and dad had snuck off into the woods saying they were going back to the car for a moment and we should remain here. Marja and I were curious and followed them once they disappeared into the woods in a direction opposite of the trail. We weren’t fooled. Dad was carrying a blanket and mom had her hand across his back as they walked. Once they found a clearing away from the trails, dad laid out the blanket. I feel her fingers on my body, stroking my skin and caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples and making them harden even more. By touch alone I reach out and reciprocate, delighting in the feel of her smooth skin, finding her little nipple and rubbing it with my thumb, feeling it harden to a little point.As if reading each others thoughts our hands are soon between each others legs, touching and exploring each other's hairless slit. Our mouths are still locked together and our tongues still.