Now I should probably slip away...before I'm tempted to kiss…the fabric itself.”Michelle eased a hand under the weak elastic, giving herself a str...ke. She was surprised at how wet she found herself to be already; she pulled back and tested her panties from the outside, and they too were damp. This proved to be a mistake in efforts—Michelle was dangling her tether from the finger of one hand, and using the other, she tried to twist the bell on. Coated by her wetness, her fingers were slick and. I sat watching Kacie as she slowly unbuttoned and peeled off her blouse, exposing her full breasts, covered by a lacy black bra. I was hard as a rock already, imagining what was beneath the flimsy material. Truth be told, I didn't need to imagine much because the bra was pretty see-through, and I could already see her nipples poking at the lace.Kacie's face was flushed with excitement, and I could see the gleam in her eyes as she unzipped her skirt. You know the gleam that says louder than. They actually seemed more embarrassed than I was. But no one objected to my being so vulgarly displayed. I was a bit concerned because there were probably k**s in some of the other camping areas.I decided that it wasn't my problem and waited for Dale to come out of our tent and see what kind of night I had enjoyed. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face. He must not have slept well. When he finally came out he looked pretty tired, and also pretty embarrassed. He came over and stood near me. This is our time.’ She spread both hands behind her and leaned back, bra-less tits thrusting at them through her gown’s muslin bodice. ‘On this perfect afternoon, right here with everything so warm and green and - fecund.’ She spoke it like a particularly delicious swear-word and though the boys were not actually sure of its meaning, they felt sure it boded no sort of good they dared contemplate.‘Ehhh - fecund?’ It was Patrick who inquired.‘Fertile. Fruitful. You know, springtime, sap rising,.