We got back to camp around 2:30. We thanked Mr. Nichols profusely for his good deed. He wished us well and motored south again.Barb and Abby were sitt...ng at the fire ring, talking. The rest of the crew was no where to be seen.Joe asked, "Where is everyone else?"Barb laughed and said, "They went looking for some, uh, privacy. They'll be back in awhile, I'm sure."Joe and I carried our supplies to the fire ring. I asked, "Anyone for cookies? We brought back a couple bags of them." Barb and Abby. She opened the door, but paused before getting out. She had swung her legs over, so they were on the tarmac, but she remained seated in the passenger seat of my car. She turned back to me. “Would you like to come in?” She asked. “Maybe I could make something to eat?” I looked at my watch and hesitated. I knew I really should have been getting back to Bobby, but also knew that Charlotte would have been happy to look after him for as long as I needed. I nodded and switched off the ignition. I. He latched on her cock like a pacifier. Under constant stimulation, her cum makers keep her consistently filled waiting for Baby Face to drain her. Gabe, Nick and now Baby Face fisting her, had prolapsed her anal muscles. She could now reach outward and actually capture Baby Face's cock. Being able to fuck her, he was insatiable. She was a full time sex object and loved it. She wasn't in love with viewing her prolapse, but everyone loved to see it. Snow was predicted and Sherrie wanted to buy. They have no idea what I’m doing. Ever so quietly, I pull up my shirt. My breasts are big and soft and sensitive and it’s thrilling to feel my sensitive nipples rubbing against my blankets. This is really happening. I’m really doing this. With one hand, I reach up and pinch my right nipple. I’m so starved for touch that even that small pressure elicits a quiet gasp. Not ready to be through yet, I roll the nipple slowly between my thumb and index finger. I can feel it immediately hardening.