Gripping its round shape, he turned on his side, resting it on the mating close to his chest. At the slightest sound of intruders, Ben could pull the ...light under the blanket. Then he pressed the button.Christine, just out of reach in the softly reflected light, sat on top of her bedding. She looked at him, smiled, had been waiting. They were in unspoken unison. There was not going to be anything accidental about Christine’s stripping and Ben’s watching. Or about what could follow.Christine now. I didn't have anywhere to go though. Well, I could go home, but I wasn't ready for the memories that lived there. Not yet. Hopefully by the end of summer I would be.I was trying to figure out exactly what had happened. The s'mores. The finger. Her smile and now an offer to hike. I sat contemplating it all until the fire was nothing but embers, then settled in to sleep.**The sun and birds woke me again. I didn't lay enjoying it for long, my stomach insisted I get up and get cooking.Outside, I. Their soft lips touching and tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. I sat down in my favorite chair to watch my wife and her new friend have an experience of a lifetime. I was quite relaxed except for the raging hard-on in my jeans. It was so hot seeing Ally make out with Kyra.The kissing slowed down, and their petting got even heavier. Kyra’s hand was caressing Ally’s breasts. She would occasionally pause to let out a moan or two. Then, her one hand was rubbing her breast while. I stepped under the waterseeking solace and calm. My mind was racing, confused, excited. I liftedmy face to the water, seeking divergence to the urgency I felt building. The water poured over me. Drenching me. If I had a cock it would berock hard. But I didn't. I reached for my breasts, holding them.Squeezing them. I watched as my hand lifted them, bounced them. Icraned my neck down, eagerly, just catching my nipple with my. God.Reflexively, my hand went down to my crotch. I cupped.