One of the men was carrying a shotgun, but he still had it pointed down at the ground. The men didn’t seem to be a threat, not yet, at least.“Howd...,” said Clipper, trying to read the men, to read their body language. “We were just passing through, and saw the cave. Didn’t mean to disturb anything.”One of the men, the old man, nodded. Neither of them spoke yet, though.Clipper suddenly had an idea how to possibly befriend the two. And, he just plain wanted a taste.“You got some hooch for sale?”. The side of her right thigh arced clockwise, pushing the skirt's fabric up her inner crease as she folded her knee. She angled the back of her thigh straight up, placing the heel of the tennis shoe onto the seat's leather. The whole of her leg inclined vertically, trapping the top part of her skirt between it and her hip. The fabric inside the valley of her leg had snaked up, the thin pink panties peeked out around the crease.Frank shifted in his seat as he stared at the raised leg. She kept it. ... We watched tv and as usual Simon started playing with his huge cock and pulled it out and it was rock hard and Julia gave him a blow job which i watched and after licking his balls and having to rim him he eventually shot his load in her mouth which she swallowed it all.I was hard now and pulled it out and she did the same to me as Simon watched me getting blown.Bed time came and i retired to my room and thankfully Simon stayed in his room.Next evening Simon asked if we wanted some of his. I try to see any part of my body to see if there arebandages or bubbled up skin or something. My arms and hands look normalsort of, at least there not all scarred up."Okay listen, I can see your eyes moving all around. You're probablywondering if the chemicals you were exposed to scarred your body. Ifthat is what you're asking the answer is NO, you're not scarred at allanywhere so relax or try to."I feel my whole body relax and I want to cry feeling so relieved, butwhy do I feel like crying I.