Christine had brought blankets from the hotel. While the men stayed outside, talking about the rebuilding task, Christine and Ben took their provision... inside. The foods’ place was a given. With the bedding, it got interesting. Ben placed his blankets at the platform’s end close to the wall, adding his backpack and tracksuit as a pillow. Christine watched and smiled. She spread out Gerd’s and her blankets.And then, smiling at Ben with the tip of her tongue showing, Christine placed her pillow. Rupert looked bad for his age and easily looked in his late 80's. He is a skinny old man with hair in his nostrils and ears. He wears thick lensed glasses with large square rims and dresses everywhere in trousers he always buys from a charity shop which are always too short for him and an old shirt and mis matching tie. He thinks he looks smart, everyone thinks otherwise. He is your stereotypical dirty old man who has his fair share of wanks, probably more than he should with his dodgy. Starr, you look kinda funny with your hands like that," she whispered."Well, it's kind of crowded back here and there's really no place for them." You could hold me like you did before. This way if Mrs. Starr makes a turn like before I won't fall."I did feel silly holding my hands up. And I was tiring. So when Tara lifted the blanket away from her body I slipped my arms underneath. My right arm returned to where it had been before with my hand on her hip, but I placed my left arm just above it,. She was breathing heavily, and licked her lips as he sank two fingers into her wetness. His thumb lightly caressed her engorged clit and she shuddered.He grinned at her, pressed the edge of his hand into the furrow of her crotch. "You are soooo wet," he told her."Mmmmmm!" she replied, and sobbed from the stimulus of it all. Her eyelids fluttered, and then remained shut.Tony felt the muscles of her well oiled, velvet cunt squeeze down on his fingers as she tilted her pelvis forward to meet them..