Nena cried out, "Constancia, why oh god why do you continue to torment me, why? Haven't you had enough? Haven't you shamed me enough? You've destroyed... my life!" She could barely finish the words as a fresh batch of tears rolled down her cheeks.Constancia just looked at her coldly. She looked over at John. "Hand me my bag." John reached down and handed Constancia a brown paper bag that Nena hadn't noticed before. She also hadn't noticed what was going on around her.Nena's attention was drawn. Hannah hadn't worn a bra as she didn't see the point, which was really cool as it meant me and Josh (and the guys in the next door tent) got a flash of her amazing boobs as she whipped off her top outside the tent. At one point Hannah told Josh that she liked his boxers - they were white boxer briefs with random grey and black stars all over them. It was the first time she had seen him with his clothes off and her eyes were all over him. Even though he was skinny, his body was quite well toned. He agreed to my price, and said he’d have the money at our regular meeting that Wednesday. I got on the bus and pulled out my sketchbook on the ride to Benjie’s house. I had started drawing to pass the time on the bus once there were no longer any feet to look at“You draw?” Benjie asked.“I draw and paint, actually. I still need to work on human figures, though.” I showed him the study of Kevin I was working on.“Think you could draw a picture of me?”“I can draw it today if you have time. It’d be. I looked down at it and then over at Michelle. Her eyes, slitted and black with desire, were now fixed upon the nasty bulge in my pants. It had thickened up nicely, and was now the shape of big-boy bratwurst ready for a bun. I dropped my gaze and could easily see that her nipples were now standing up and cheering under her very wet bra. "Ohhhhhhh, Mr. Banefield, you’re a naughty old man, aren’t you?" She stepped forward and placed herself between my legs, placing her hands on my thighs and.