He is lying on his back on the blanket, one knee bent, and his arms up under his head, the moonlight shining on his naked form. He looks like sex. His... muscles defined, his chest strong as it rises and falls with his breath. Any other time he is my fantasy. Not tonight. I am obsessed with a sound, the sight of a pair of shoes. I have always heard that sleeping under a full moon would make you insane. Does fucking beneath one do the same thing? As I open the gate I look again. Mark is standing. Louise then proceeded to curl up in a chair opposite us and sketch while we watched the program. I suspect a fair amount of it went over the girls’ heads but I’m sure some of it stuck. I don’t dare try to predict exactly how much either of them understood.After the video finished, I read to the girls. Tonight I went for an old favourite: The Sleep Book by Dr Zeus.The news just came in from the County of Keck,That a very small bug by the name of Van Vleck,Is yawning so wide you can look down his. It was cold for a second, then the warmth of her hands came through. The strong, exotic scent of the oil filled my nostrils.Her hands pressed down firmly and slid slowly up and onto my neck. I could feel all her fingertips following the contours of my body; down again, up again a bit further across, so her fingers curled over my shoulder. She added more oil, extending the area across and out to the top of my arm, each movement very slow. I could feel her hands, her fingers, palms, thumbs, all. He was right. I had not been wearing them lately because I’ve been so wet. My pussy was soaking wet, even though I was mortified. I unclasped my bra and let my tits bounce freely. They were much larger and more natural than Courtney. I was proud of them.“You are right. You could probably be a star on Mommy-Cam,” he laughed as I put my thumbs in my panties and removed them.“You will be shaving that thick bush, Barbara” he called me by my first name. It was very humiliating. He had never dared do.