It was probably twenty degrees warmer in the tent. I opened my mouth to issue orders, as my eyes scanned the interior to find her.She was already in t...he still-zipped-together sleeping bags. Her shoulders were bare and her hair fanned out on a pillow under her head. Her arms lay outside the bag, on her stomach. She was obviously naked under the bright colors of the sleeping bag fabric.“Turn out the light when you come to bed,” she said. “Don’t be too long. I’m already chilly.”I had a job when I. My pussylips protrude from the outer lips, inviting tongues, fingers, dildos and cocks to enter their secrets. My firm ass is another great asset that people love to stroke. I love them stroking it, and kissing it and licking it and slip their cocks between the cheeks on their way to my backdoor or into my cunt. My flaming long red hair sometimes scares off would-be lovers. They think that I am a cock-teasing bitch. My four companions’ jaws dropped open, their eyes staring at my nakedness. The. I arrived bearing a bottle of wine, her mother was dressed in a cotton print dress and looked nice with hint of makeup, she had managed to dry her tears up and from talking to Maria they had come to the conclusion that life must go on, I felt particularly sad for Maria because I knew that she was a daddy’s girl, they had both made an effort and the meal was excellent but I had a bit more wine than I intended partly because they had opened another bottle when we saw off the first, we sat and. "Oh, shit," Peter muttered while some of the performers looked overtowards him. Peter shook his head as he saw Nelida's wincing face whileshe grasped at her ankle.Peter knew that there was no way that she could go on with the show.Peter looked to Jacques and whispered, "Where's her understudy?" Out with the flu."Peter clenched his eyes before he stared up at the ceiling while thecast helped get Nelida off the floor of the stage. Two men carried herout of the building to bring her to the.