The thought of being a ghost was extremely distressing to Amy because she emphatically refused to believe in such nonsense.She reached down and pinche... her nipple and the sudden tingle sent a shiver up her spine. Well, at least she wasn't a ghost to herself. Not if she had sensitive feelings of an erotic nature. Amy got up off the hydrant and walked over to the young man taking his business in both hands and fondling him with gentle strokes. She could feel the ridges and the stiffness of his. ” her son mumbled, shyly trailing off at the end.“A Hard-On?” Sharon finished for him, as she watched him blush and shyly nod, not meeting her gaze.Sharon, her eyes glazed with moist heat, stared at the lump in his shorts, and at his bare chest, her hand moving up his thigh of its own accord…. her mind was tripping, her body was taking control. He turned his face shyly toward the wall… enjoying the feel of his mother’s hand, he let his mind wander. He liked the feel of her hand on his leg…. it. As annoying as this waif can be, with a face as innocent and tender as a child, she’s too-often getting what she wants – repressed parenting urges on my part? But as free and easy as she is with sex, I shouldn’t complain.Short of available clan members during the Beach Camp netting season, Darwin had paired newbie Lainey with me for this trip to prep Upper Camp for Elite Celebration. But where had she come from? Freshly off an isolated mountain farm three years into the aftertimes? I can’t. The man pulled his trousers down, then his briefs, kicking them aside as he continued to mumble crude perversities. Betty had never seen a penis before in her life—she’d heard them analogized, described, and even illustrated in a text book, but seeing one up close shocked her. On a scale, the man’s member was quite small, extending only a bit longer than one’s middle finger, though it frightened her all the same. Especially because she knew where he intended to put it. ‘They call you Butthole.