I intended to remove his hand from my breast, but I didn't. I simply held his hand in place against my breast. I could not seem to muster the strength...to actually pull his hand from my breast; the contact was simply too pleasurable. I could not bring myself to make him stop. God forgive me, I needed my stepson's touch at that moment. Bryan slowly started to move his hand away from my breast, sliding his hand down my flat, tight stomach. I grabbed his hand and held it, preventing him from. After some small talk the guys started rubbing sunscreen all over my body as I was dripping wet from all the attention. It wasnt long before we moved to the tent where the 4 guys stripped out of their swimsuits as hubby stood near the doorway watching. Without being too detailed in what happened next I will say a good time was had by all. They filled all my opennings and took turns in each one filling their favorite spot with their cream. Two guys came down my throat while one came in my ass as. When we were saying goodbye, Hawk put his hand on my arm and stopped me, saying, "You look like there is something you want to say to me before you leave."I looked around to make sure no one could overhear our conversation, and said, "Mr. President. When Catherine O'Malley was murdered protecting me, one of the shooters didn't die immediately. It took him a little while to bleed out, and I encouraged him to tell me who sent them. The only name he mentioned was Samantha Young."I don't know if. She was not surprised that she had not caught a chill. Emma had never been ill in her life, despite many duckings and soakings as a somewhat wild tomboy. Viruses and bacteria seemed to be afraid of her! Either that or they didn't like her! That was why she was here! She was a very strong girl - almost indestructible.Another thing Emma had long known - ever since being severely caned for misconduct involving alcohol - was that she had a very low pain threshold. Part of being very clever, she had.