“I guess I’d better. Just make sure no one comes bouncing into the tent while I have a razor at my throat, okay?”Gee lathered and Karen held his...belt while he stropped the razor. His practiced fingers made quick work of his stubble as Karen watched in fascination.“And that’s why your face is always so silky smooth when I come to bed at night,” she whispered after Gee had rinsed the remaining soap off and dried his face. She stroked his cheek and closed in for a kiss. One hand stayed on his face. I could feel his warm breath on me. He stood over me by about a foot. I could feel his bulge pressing against his newly formed clothes. I could feel my wetness start to soak through my panties. My pussy ached for his member to penetrate me. I couldn't wait any longer, but it was like somehow he was holding me back even though he had the lightest touch. I let him lead since I was basically helpless. He slowly pulled off my shirt and started to caress my breasts. He let me unclip my bra. My bra. Logan saw no other way into the building, at least not from the rusting container which served, for the moment, as his hiding place. So, for the moment, he rubbed out the shards of pain in his neck and arms and legs and watched three men rush into the submersible’s opening hatch.Two of them emerged seconds later dragging a limp form between them. They dumped the limp body onto the dock, then appeared to be arguing passionately. Logan could hear the men yelling at each other, though the foreign. Pulling my form-fitting top off as I pushed open the door to the bedroom, my large full breasts bounced free from their fabric confine. My pink nipples instantly reacted to the cool air, hardening as I bent over hooking my thumbs in my black lace panties and peeling the wet piece of clothing from my body. I pushed them over the curve of my heart shaped ass, a moan leaving my lips as I was left bent over and on display. The panties slipped over my long toned legs and pooled at my feet.Standing.