But my fears are unnecessary. Your eyes are tightly closed in drunken slumber. You’re on your back, dressed up for a night out. You’re wearing a g...een dress, with a tight bodice and a flared satin skirt. The dress clings to your curves: lifting your ample breasts and squeezing them together, and emphasizing the muffin top above your waist. The skirt would have come almost to your knees, but it’s riding up a bit. You’re wearing thigh high black stockings, and above them, I can see just a bit of. .. That is it!”Then Deb did scream. There were four wails, each louder and higher pitched than the last.Belle said, “Good.” She held the baby up by his ankles. It was turned so that Marjorie’s could clearly see that they were his ankles. Belle swatted him, and he cried a tiny sound in comparison with those his mother had made at the end. “You aren’t quite done, Dear. Push two more times to get rid of the afterbirth. Then I’ll put him to your teat, and you can both get some sleep ... Good.”Belle. And listening to those men screaming out as if she was a slut dancing for them did make me want to run out of their but something made me stay. I watched as many thoughts ran through my mind. I realized that Myra was doing nothing more then teasing these poor bastards and they were eating it all up. The music was hypnotic as well. It seemed to get louder as time went on. Soon I found myself shaking my thighs together. I was actually masturbating to the beat of the music as I. I lay there breathing hard into Katie's neck, the afterglow washing over me in a blissful warmth. I kept stroking my cock slowly, more for the feeling of her ass on the back of my hand, than the sensation in my own loins. And my body sliding against her cum-coated back felt so sinfully magnificent. Katie's body rose and fell in time with mine, as we lay there quietly until the drum of the rain overtook my breath as the loudest sound in the tent. Then, the sleeping bag's zipper tore through the.