Until, that is, the rotation brought the sleepover back at our house.You might think that all these little side trips I've been taking, where I talk a...out brains and philosophy and emotions are all just a bunch of teenage hooey. But they're not. By the end of this story, if I hadn't told you all this ... if I hadn't explained what was happening ... you'd just think I'm some kind of amoral animal. But I'm not. It's more complicated than that.Phee and I were trying hard not to make a baby. That's. I cut several more saplings for four long stakes. I pounded in two of them in a line directly in front of the tarp, just behind where I planned to build my fire. About eight inches behind them I pounded in the last two stakes. I piled the eight foot logs up into a fire reflector some four feet tall, then secured them by tying the pairs of stakes together with sisal rope. After standing back to give it a looking over I was satisfied.The ground clutter from between my tarp and the reflector had. My dick was pressed between her cheeks, the water letting it slide smoothly back and forth.I transitioned from slapping to rubbing her pussy. I used two fingers to massage her clit and every few seconds slide them inside her. Layton put her hand on the back of my neck for support as my hand continued to please her."Oh John, please keep going, your fingers feel so good inside me" Layton said softly as her head lay back on my shoulder.I kept my pace steady, I wanted her orgasm to build. I moved. All three were successful, confirmed 34C, very nice cleavage, oh and there's the problem with the report."So Bill did you get a good look?" What, no, um, no" Donna smiled and went back to her office. Smooth Bill, smooth. This went on for awhile. Conferences in her office. Wondering if that open button was an accident. Trying my best to make appropriate eye contact. Not being caught watching her ass as she left my desk.Then one evening I was working some OT when Donna called me into her.