I could think of four places where I might be able to get hold of some useful information: The CIA boss's satchel, from one of the two south trucks, f...rom one of the two north trucks, or from the boss of the soldiers - who I hadn't identified yet but there had to be one somewhere. Satchel guy was closest and probably the best choice, so I decided to try him first. I flitted that way.The northern lookout point was getting crowded, as three soldiers had joined it, one obviously the boss soldier. She was wearing a white bra. Her delicious breasts were oozing out of the bra.He started to run his hands all over her body. He then removed her petticoat. Her pink panties were already dripping wet. He unhooked her bra and started sucking on her pink nipples. He slid his other hand inside her panties and started to rub her. She was letting out soft moans. My mom’s chair was already white with her fluid. My dad then threw her on the bed and started squeezing her breasts. He then took out his. My mind was just focused on those tits. As she sang they jiggled slightly but other than that were as firm as 16 year olds. I looked around the room and saw some of the people looking back at me with big grins on their faces. I guess being a newbie in a naturist park was showing through the way I stared at this singer and they caught me. A few of them smiled and winked at me and I just smiled back, a little embarrassed at being caught acting so c***dish. The table I sit at has a nice soft. "What do you think, Lisa?" Isn't it awfully short, Mr. Steele?" I said, swiveling my hips tomake the skirt swish around me."Master," he replied, looming over me.I hated having to call him that. "It's awfully short, master." Makes it easier for you to bend over," he said with a smirk. "Oh, bythe way. Anyone who sees the white lace on your panties is allowed togive you a little love tap. Not enough to hurt, just a little reminderthat the lace on your butt is the sign of a slut. Put your hands.