“Why do you say that?”Because it is probably too much for you right now.“Well, he may not have spilled the bean, but I bet you can.”I don’t ...now what you’re talking about.“Oh, come on now,” the girl protests. “You know exactly what I mean.”No I don’t.“I’m not stupid.”That’s debatable.“You’re the one playing stupid this whole time.”Being stupid and playing are two different things. Besides, how could I have said anything if I couldn’t talk?“I guess you have a point,” Penelope acknowledges. “But. In that regard they fit right in with the cuffs in a way.Finding her way back to the foot of the bed was difficult. In order notto trip and fall, maybe requiring an ambulance Marcy started to get downand crawl instead. Slowly but surely, she found her way back to the bed.Afraid of having lost too much time she pressed her back to thefootboard, sat down on the floor and clipped her wrists in the cuffs.With the last click her heart started racing. She had been so concernedabout getting this task. Not being over-equipt in the boob department and still having pert and pretty breasts that have no sag, she was not wearing a bra, and she had stopped wearing knickers some time ago loving the feeling of air round her usually damp crutch and always ready crutch. Switching out the light, and completely naked now bar her shoes and watch, she sat in the flickering light of the film to play with herself and to wait. She felt rather than saw eyes looking through one of the holes, checking her out,. Snug and warm in the sleeping bag I kept in the back of the van for just such an emergency. But the small bag meant the only way Reema and I could both fit inside together was with my on my back and Reema lying on top of me! Desperately I tried not to think about her warm soft naked body pressing against mine. “I think its getting harder daddy”? I was unsure if Reema meant the sounds of the rain and hail hitting the van or if she meant my cock which was trapped between us at the moment? Hoping.