It was mostly due to a lack of alone time. Normally at home I would masturbate about four times a week. My wife had decided a couple years back that s...x once every three or four months was acceptable with no foreplay needed. The only real issue was my wife had been home for the two weeks prior to our trip, thus hindering my masturbation sessions. To add to it all, I had seen my wife’s naked body as we changed clothes in the tent. Our first week came to an end and we packed up and headed to a. After they finished eating, Ayame had to use the restroom, so she excused herself and went into the corridor, reminding herself that she needed to use the boys' room. But when she entered the room, she suddenly was grabbed and pulled all the way into the room while a boy moved to hang a sign on the door and block it.She tried to scream but the boy who had grabbed her clapped his hand over her mouth."Oh, look who we found," the boy sneered. "It's the Denisons' Jap cousin. That's really better. Just in this moment of acceptance, Two let go of him and pulled out.“Crawl on all fours, slut!” ordered One.“Show us your gaping little bum-bum,” Two chimed in.“Yes, wiggle that little whore ass and show the Missus how much her sissy husband loves getting pummeled silly,” Three cheered, positioning himself behind Mark.She commented with an amused chuckle as she saw the expression of pure exaltation in her husband’s face mix with the burning sensation contorting his features. She synchronized. There was much focus on the local offices of the FBPI, and the trouble they had causes.“We’ll break for lunch now,” Dad said after regaining their attention by having the flames flare up much higher and brighter after a particularly long and argumentative disagreement.“Lunch will be served buffet style over by the lake that you can see from here. We’ll move each group of you separately,” Dad finished.“By the lake?” Sean and I asked together.“Yes, we neglected to mention that, I guess,” Mother.