Mark looked a little startled. “You mean you can hear us?” And then, “I suppose that’s not surprising,” almost to himself. “And it turns y...u on?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied, weakly, bowing my head to avoid eye contact. “And do you play with yourself, while you’re listening?” “Yes.” I blushed. “You’re wet now, aren’t you?” “Yes.” I felt my blush deepen. My legs had parted further and it was all I could do to keep my fingers away from my slit. Mark seemed to hesitate and then said, “Well I’m. Something needed to be done, though Erik had little clue as to what that was.So tired was he that he didn’t sense Sylvia’s presence until her fine-boned hands landed gently on his shoulders. “Come to bed,” she told him. “You cannot solve every problem in one night.” Her hands drifted down over his bare chest. It was a cool autumn night, but the robust fireplace in the small bedroom he shared with Sylvia warranted the lack of clothing while in the privacy of their room. She pressed herself into. But what an exhilaration I felt. I literally could not sit still with excitement. I left my chair and strolled across the lawn and along a nature trail that led into the trees and up a small hill. My breasts swung with each step and rather than the discomfort I had felt at being bra-less in the past, this movement was pleasant. My breasts were just another part of me in motion, they were free, just like my arms and legs and neck. I wandered along the trail, hearing birds and insects, spotting. Then he thought to himself, 'I'll show them, I'll have her right now' and begin to proceed to try and insert himself into her bum but it was way too tight and he didn't want to move too much and disturb Gray. He very quickly gave up and truthfully wasn't even fully hard after the adrenaline roller-coaster ride of the last 15 minutes.He resigned to simply laying down and snuggling her from behind with the least amount of movement to prevent from waking everyone and creating an awkward scene. He.