“Listen, honey”she said as she hooked a thumb under her sweat sock andstripped it off.“I’m with Monica.” She stood up an... pulled hersweatshirt over her head. “And besides,” she continued,dropping her skirt. “I hate being sweaty.” She took offher bra. “And I hate being grungy,” she added as shesnapped the elastic on her panties and dropped them.Then she pulled out her tampon and threw it in thetrash. “All right, I’m. The featured item on the menu was some of her delicious rabbit stew, and I ate a double helping of that. I could afford to do that with the amount of money I was bringing home from selling meat to Mr. Benson.That afternoon, I took care of some of the chores around the yard and barn that I had neglected in favor of hunting. I didn't want to let them get too far ahead of me. It was late afternoon before I was caught up, and I enjoyed sitting on the veranda in the shade and feeling the late. But, as I was the only one in charge of maintenance, I knew no one would be coming into my little room. They never do, and never have. I didn’t need to wait long. The day after installing it I took my laptop home and browsed through the videos (it starts recording when it detects movement) and I had four guys getting changed, one of them seriously hot and with a big dick semi hard after his workout. No wanking culprits, but I stroked out a big load watching that big muscle guy sitting there on. Her hands were searching me and I returned the favor. Very small tits but a full butt. Off came her blouse and I sucked her nipple like titties. She was rubbing the crutch of my jeans to feel my full hard on. I was kneading her ample buttocks when she started to unbuckle my belt, unzip the jeans and work down my body towards my cock. At this moment, I was immersed in pleasure and never thought about the two men watching. Soon her head was bobbing on my cock and my head was back in the chair.