He'd milk him dry, but he didn’t; he couldn’t. He was straight (or so he thought,) but he pondered about why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dam...en’s dick.His imagination spurred to life; images of the way his ass swayed as he walked, the jiggle of a bubbly, but firm butt, the water from the shower splaying across the surface and down to his taint, where his balls rested. He was thinking about it for ages—and as he did he felt a tinge in his crotch.His cock began to grow. He looked down in. They immediately widened when she saw Ted with his head sticking out of the tent. He was looking right at her, and she could plainly see the knowing smile on his face despite the dim, dappled moonlight. Her first instinct was to scramble back inside the tent, but her body was having none of that. An aftershock claimed her, and she couldn’t stop the gasp it caused.Ted was still watching her when she recovered from the jolt, and the lingering afterglow of her climax caused her to throw caution. Hannah nodded, sighing a moan as she encouraged her.“Yes, keep going.”But Kimberly shook her head. The front of Mrs. Hannah’s head was threatening to push into her throat, and it was providing more discomfort than Kimberly was prepared for. She was at her limit. But Mrs. Hannah was not. Her red-nailed hands came to each side of Kimberly’s head, gripping from the base of her black-rooted hair firmly.“Let me help you,” Mrs. Hannah breathed seductively before jerking Kimberly’s head up towards her. As she struggled for breath she realised that she had been fortunate, as the grass and leaves under the tree were wet and had cushioned her back in the fall, and the treacherous limb had already rolled away. Then the pain started in her thigh. She knew that her leg must be broken, but she didn't have the breath to scream in pain.Fortunately, Mrs Beale had heard the crack of the branch falling, and came out her house to take a look.With her daughter Tsanja's help, they carefully rolled Dee onto.