. against the sun or in pleasurable fantasies? I don't know... I simply watched the hidden fingers working back and forth at a snail's pace IN that fo...bidden spot between her legs.Then it dawned on me from what my girl pal Barb had told me about her own "busy fingers"... Suzanne was masturbating! OH COOL, the girl was catching some rays and a BIG "O" to go along with the suntan! THIS I GOTTA SEE!!!The near naked girl was far from pretty yet had her own mysterious attraction to offer. What about. Again, I had a bit of apprehension about going about in my underwear, but I knew nobody else would be about.I carefully walked back to the shed, delighting in the odd sensation of being able to go about without much on. I sat briefly outside the shed to eat my lunch before going back inside and slipping my tee and shorts back on.That evening I had an entirely new problem for myself. I had sunburnt boobs, the lace upper half of my bra was no barrier to the hot sun’s rays. It took a couple of. " Excellent." Vulture rolled his shoulders back. "Tonight the Spider-man faces his Slayer." You're not usually this distracted, Tiger," Mary Jane Watson picked the seat next to Peter in the cafeteria. Peter had a copy of The Daily Bugle half torn apart in his hands. His fries and burger were swiftly growing cold. The New York Educational System quality fryer oil was congealing on the mass of junk food."I'm not usually this confused." Peter admitted. Everything was pulling at him. At the moment. She sat dead-still for a second, before hurriedly closing the file down and fighting hard against the temptation to lose herself in her developing hysteria. As the horror vanished from the screen, Jennifer’s shoulders began to slouch and her head fell forward whilst her body slumped back, heavily, into the chair. She lifted her left hand to her stooped head, thumb on one temple, index finger on the other, and massaged her temples as if it might somehow negate the effects of what she’d just.