Young Douglas they call him, though in reality he is easily twice and then some her years in age; a monk who does guard duty to the companions on this...trail. His every motion, she observes, is poetry in control, grace and command of strengths in body and spirit.The others comment softly among themselves, seeing the way she looks at him tentatively; among the eldest who have many times seen the look of hurt on her face, understanding in part, decide that he may have the best chance of helping. Pam nodded."You want me to do it again, don't you?"Pam nodded again. She would give anything if he would touch her like that again.He looked down at her lap. "Take your panties off."Pam stared at him for a second, panting. She pulled her skirt up over her hips and pushed her panties down to her ankles. Her crotch was moist and warm. That only happened when she touched herself, and it always felt good. Todd's hand felt so much better.She sat back and spread her thighs. Todd stared at her crotch. This night we sat by the window with our pants off and watched as everyone got drunk and soon the clothes came off. The three women, aunt Kay, mom and the skinny woman were all naked and running around. It was great. We were watching with our boners waiting for some fucking to start. We kept some of my moms dirty panties there with us so we could blow our loads into them. The man got naked too, he had a very hairy back all gray. They all sat on some lounge chairs and drank. What we did not. She then turned her back to me…She hissed I could jerk myself off in the bathroom to calm me down.During the night, as Ana was passed out, I could survey her spread thighs, finding out her normally tight rosebud was swollen and wide open; she had been really well butt fucked…The next morning during breakfast, Ana and I joined Tom by the pool side. Our friend looked sad, telling us that he had quarreled with Shawna last night and she had taken the first flight that early morning back home,.