A had to play voyeur. Pretty soon all of us were comfortable with each other’s bodies.We were sitting facing each other. Me and A on either side of ... and V & G facing us. To break the ice V suggested G to come near us. G cam and sat near A whole I was placing my hands on C’s thighs. V was watching the whole scene with excitement. I put my hands over C’s back and started caressing it to calm her down. In the mean time G gave A a big hug. C was looking at A & G with her mouth open. I told her to. Her tremendous whoppers had earned her the locker room nickname "Sharon Stackedsky", or just "Stackedsky." But stacked she was. At the ripe age of 18 she was already wearing a 38 DDD bra. She had long blond hair, a slim waist, and an ass so tight if you bounced a quarter of it, it probably would have bounced ten more times. As one would guess, she was a cheerleader, and dated the starting high school quarterback and was your atypical busty blonde bombshell. Sharon had it all, and Zack frowned. Kate found a dark corner and made herself as small as possible on the hard plastic seat in the covered lifeboat. She sobbed as she sat hunched over, eyes closed and arms wrapped tightly around her slim body. Her sense of despair and foreboding was so overwhelming, that had the lifeboat plunged into the sea without a trace, she would have welcomed the release.Of course, James had not come back, and she remembered the chaos at the port that night, and how she searched in vain for him. Kate. "But we were hurting anyone?" Kayla said. I quickly pressed my finger tips to her lips to silence her. If a guard was to hear any such statement it could be reported and inspire longer "sessions". But my closeness to her face made me light and my head fogged with desire to kiss her. There might be secret camera watching our every movement or perhaps hidden microphones to record all our conversations to be used later against us. Perhaps they lied to keep us in a state of fear. "Yes, we've.