Help would quickly be on its way.The darkness was intensifying; there was no longer a faint twilight glow in the northern sky. Michael lit his small g...s-bottle lantern in the tent. He cleaned up the half-frozen mess from the spilled soup, and then put another pot of snow on the stove to make up the meal that he'd missed. The long antarctic night settled in around him as he leaned back against the crates stacked inside. He stretched his legs out on the warm padding of the sleeping bags.Jumped-up. Roger could see that Ollies cock was straining inside his shorts, “Does your coach get a boner too?” he asked with a giggle and he confessed that he usually does but was always told that it was a perfectly natural reaction and the old man agreed in a reassuring way.Roger sighed as Ollie repeated the process a number of times but now on the return stoke her was running his hand up the length of his cock which caused a bit of a giggle as it then banged back onto the old man’s belly.Ollie was now. Even though Miles’ look was not’t my personal taste, I enjoyed the fact that other girls my age found him desirable, and in turn it fueled my desire for him. “He’s cute,” I shrugged, “mind if I join you guys later?” Lauren let out an adorable little giggle, “Sybil, you are so bad! I wouldn’t mind though actually…” My ears perked up and I spun around from the vanity I had been applying lip gloss at, “Seriously?” I asked my best friend. “No not seriously!” Lauren exclaimed, “You know how I. I looked over into the kitchen. If I talked quietly, as we were, we wouldn't be overheard by Franklin and the cooks, "Just like all of the others." What others?" Her eyes narrowed, her voice lowered. I almost took a step in retreat."What do you mean?" I raised my arm and showed her, "Then there's Dawn and Ms Flynn and--" Why is he giving you bracelets?" She huffed."That's how he does his thing," I scratched my hair, "I mean, isn't it?" Are you fucking him?" There wasn't any anger directed at me.