Brett's goal was to stay about a mile away from the actual roadway - close enough to see if the troops were camping on it but too far away for them to...hear the helicopter if they were there. "One mile," he announced when they reached that point. "And still nothing visible." Turning left to 270 again," Brett said.They flew parallel to the roadway for another five miles, Jason constantly scanning back and forth, searching for the telltale glow of body heat. He saw nothing. Once inside that. Then I thought about dropping my pants so he could see my white briefs. Sure enough, he looked over, sawmy briefs and started walking over. I was so hard, and I was wet from pre-cum where the tip of my dick tented in my briefs. I thought about pulling my pants up but I didn't.He said hello but I couldn't answer. He stood in from of me rubbing his cock through his pants while I just sat there with my underwear showing but not stroking at all. He said, "do you need some help with that?" and. The woman was not very old; she was plump but not quite fat. Her hair was dark and her tits were large. The girl was young; much too young to be having sex like this, but she seemed so very experienced. Her skin was bone white her hair bright golden, her eyes were the strangest color Rachel had ever seen. The girl began by sucking on mommy’s tits and driving her entire little hand into mommy’s cunt. While the woman rubbed her daughter’s tight bum and slid a finger between her cheeks. After. I looked back and saw the big rottweiler sitting only a few feet behind me. At the same time, as though acting out of instinct, I shoved my still-dripping dick back into my pants. A glance back in front of me showed the man starting to walk toward me. The dog didn’t move, but I could hear her snorting. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Stay down, hoping that the dog didn’t attack me, then feel like an idiot when the man finds me hiding behind the bush. Stand-up and feel like an.