I felt my face going warm, my imagination running wild. The zipper, the drawer, that small sound of what sounded like relief. She was playing with her...elf. That was the only possible explanation. While I sat here, grading papers, my pussy tormented, she was watching me while pleasuring herself. It wasn’t fair, but of course, that was the point, wasn’t it. It was my own fault.I listened, my heart pounding in my chest, doing my best to continue the job at hand, her actions becoming more and more. I hated doing it as our parents always seemed to use more plates when it was our turn. The kitchen was in the same room as the TV and my dad and Veronica were there, sitting on the lounge watching some movie. Amelia was still in that same white dress she had on before and I found myself perving on her again. She only had about half the buttons up this time, giving me a perfect view of the side of her bikini covered breast as I stood next to her. The bulge in my pants started increasing again,. I was thankful for the piss, having had to drive fast, non-stop and hard from the previous stop, which was a pub on the outskirts of a small town, where I had met some people and enjoyed their company. The pissing was down to a dribble and I started to shake off, when I was startled by a small cry of distress. It was near and I twisted, still shaking my cock, to see a child caught up in some thorny shrub. The hem of her floral dress had snagged it and I don’t think she knew I was there. Zipping. Mary felt a second man press himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping cheeks of her rump, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable voice of Robert Standish cut through the clamour. Shell take it up there just fine, Captn but youll need a hand or two of grease to smooth your way into that passage! he laughed. Mary twisted her body, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She.