It was warm, comfortable warm, but he felt fragile and didn’t want to move. His ankle dully ached all the way up his shin. Must have sprained it. He...felt completely relaxed and sleepy. Everything was fuzzy, but not like when he was drunk. He knew should get up and find the others. It was getting warmer and clammy sweat started beading out, he could feel it pop out of his skin. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. He started to smell things, the leaves around him seemed thick with a scent of. We then move to the bed and slept there holding each other for a while.During this time we both were playing with each other tools my hands started to go to her breasts and was kneading them slowly and steadily , she was pressing me to her more tightly and kissing me hard , her hand slowly went down to my dick and was pressing it was getting excited and hard I slowly moved my hand down to her legs she was still playing with my dick , it was so lovely , my hands started to go to her pussy and. “Yeah. No hanky panky allowed,” finished Jack.“You two are real helpful. Just carry the stuff where she tells you to, and don’t piss her off.”My brothers grinned at me and followed us to Kelly’s room. “Dad said to tell you that dinner was at seven, and not to be late.”We went inside and closed the door on them. As soon as it latched, Kelly looked at me and smiled, and then she pulled her sweater over her head. She had only a tiny lace bra underneath it. “Don’t just stand there! Dinner’s at. It was mind blowing to me, because she had never done that in public before, and as I said it would never happen again. My wife, Candice, was beyond 3 sheets to the wind. Hell, when I asked her about it the next morning she didn't remember. As I filled in the blanks and she slowly started to recall some moments, but she thought from what she did remember, that it took place in the parking lot. Nope I told her, it was right there in the bar by the pool area.I remember it like it was yesterday..