We fixed dinner from dehydrated food packets and sat around watching the sunset. Then it was bedtime. Yeah right.I got to go in first and wash up with...a whole cup of water and a washcloth. When I was ‘decent’ I called to dad to come in. I was no dummy though and I placed the lantern on one side of the tent and stood so that I cast a shadow on the side where my dad and Troy were sitting. As I bathed I watched my shadow. I looked pretty damn good if I did have say so myself.When dad came in he. Billy loved putting on makeup, something he almost never got to do. His adventures in his mother's wardrobe rarely lasted long enough beyond donning her clothes before he would achieve the desired orgasm. The guilt that he battled every time he visited this part of himself would wash over him and he would remove the female attire quickly. But he loved makeup. The taste of the lipstick on his lips as he applied it from a lip brush as he'd read about doing in magazine articles. The way his. Even though I finger fucked myself the night before, all I could think about was relieving the tension. Sliding my jeans on in the morning had almost made me cum right there. The way the seam rode against my wet pussy? Delectable torture.It had been a long day at work and after a tormenting commute home (the only thing I wanted to do when stuck in traffic was to unzip my pants and finger my clit until I was screaming), I finally made it in the front door. I began undressing as I made my way. ”“Aye Captain!”Wintsun now saw the noose hanging down and his facial expression changed. His hateful expression left and now he looked just like I saw him the very first time. “Please, don’t do it. You always knew a solution to a problem. Can we not talk about it?”I answered. “I would have tried to find another way but not now, since I know it was you who shot Narth. I gave you a chance to show remorse moments ago. The time to talk has passed. You are now paying for your crimes according to our.