"OUCH, Rachael!" She pushed the plunger down, injecting the insulin into my bottom and then pulled the needle out and wiped my cheek again and rubbed ...t. I looked back at her and whispered, "Mmmmmmmmm, thank you, I always appreciate you doing that for me, Rachael." She put the syringe back in my kit and I threw away the pad and its wrapper and tugged my panties back into place. I turned and took her hand and pulled her to me and kissed her softly on the lips, holding her to me and rubbing her. I caught up with her and we walked back to camp in silence. Eventually, we reached camp and she turned and looked at me. "Come to my cabin tomorrow after breakfast," she said. I smiled and nodded and then she walked off. I opened the door to my cabin and collapsed onto the bed straight away. The guy I was sharing with barely noticed me. He was in his bed on his phone. I fell asleep very quickly.Breakfast the following morning was uneventful. I sat on a table with some other people and didn't. Amélie. You have nothing to be sorry for.”He released her and looked from her to Gérard.“Nothing at all. I was wrong. You were right to do what you did to free Antoine.”Over his shoulder she saw Grace nod. When Father released Amélie Grace approached and enfolded her in her arms. Amélie felt her strength and, as with Father, she felt wet drops on her cheek. Grace kissed her on the mouth. That wasn’t unusual, relatives often kissed each other in that fashion, but Amélie had a flash of wonder if. ..and felt up each others asshole.Jim asked us to dress for him and we eagerly began dressing each other. It was so hot to help put the lil thong and fishnets on Paul....and to have him help with mine as well.We were all feeling a good buzz from the merlot and were so aroused ....the site of Paul dressed like a slut whore and of a hot naked Jim was the most exciting sexual scene I've ever done...so taboo....so nasty....so unacceptable by society...mmmmmm...and when I dress up it makes me want.