Then I felt a hand gliding over my briefs and gently cupping my semi-hard bulge (well, it was early morning and I usually woke up in that state anyway...).At this moment in time I had no idea who it was giving me such a pleasurable alarm call - was it Mark, was it Jackie, or perhaps one of the other left-over guests from the party? I forced open one eye, turned my head sideways and was greeted by the smiling face of the 19 year old girl I had enjoyed a hot three-way session with the night. I shivered in the sleeping bag with my teeth chattering away, the wind had picked up and it had started to pour down with rain.“I think you can zip these bags together and I could warm you up if you want,” said my motherI was that cold and I couldn’t say anything, my mother give up the idea of trying to zip the bags together as it meant me getting out so she pulled both zips down to the bottom and tucked her bag over mine. She threw a blanket over the top of us and cuddled in to me, hugging me. I clicked the photo without viewing the stills and waited for the page to load. It just wasn't possible. I had to be seeing wrong. This was trick photography.It took forever for the video to load and I fidgeted, waiting, worrying my thumbnail. I realized my toes were curled under and looked down at my feet, propped on the chair. I reminded myself of some neurotic teenager awaiting her boyfriends phone call. I put my feet down and my hands in my lap. Finally the video started and I wasn't seeing. "And now I can't go to the Ball tonight and it's all because of you!" Lanie, darling, don't cry," consoled George, as he moved to embrace her."Don't touch me! Isn't it enough that you broke your word about dressing in my clothes and now you ruined the most important evening of the year for me?"George looked at his crying mate, "Lanie, I'm really sorry, you know I'll do anything for you. How can I make this up to you?"Lanie's sobs slowly subsided, and she moved into her husband's arms. .