In fact we could both masturbate together, as long as there was no contact it wasn't cheating. I looked up at her face and smiled and asked her where...she would like to do this. Stacy walked over to the picnic table, sat of the surface, spread her legs and started to rub her clit and slowly work her finger into her pussy. I practically jumped out of the water, ran to the bench of the table and sat with a close up view of the action. You should stroke your cock, she said. I was going to. "We need to try anyway," she finished. "But if that doesn't work, we could leave a raft here, spread the stuff from it out among the other rafts, and either pick it up on another trip, or deflate it and have it carried out on the mule train." Can't do that very well," Al said."Yeah," Crystal agreed after thinking about it a minute. "The frame would be a bitch, there'd be no way to handle the drybox, and who knows when we could get the mules. I don't want to do it, anyway. We'd have a hell of a. ...weekend with Lori.... I got down stairs and still did not see Bob, he must have been having some hot times with the blonde! I went back to the couch and sat with Lori. She asked where her drink was and I told her I got side tracked. She said I got “Barb” tracked. She said it was o.k. And she had gotten another on her own, actually several. She wasn't feeling any pain but she said she felt sleepy and put her head on my shoulder. I asked what was wrong and she said “nothing”. When a woman says. He had removed his overall top and tied its arms around his waist exposing a muscular torso and narrow waist, apologising for startlingly her he walked over and bent down to pick up the bigger pieces of glass. Telling him to stop he insisted as he told her he liked the view from down here, reaching over to get the glass from his hand Wendy moved closer, the guy reached up and Wendy picked the glass from his hand, as she removed the glass he lost balance and his hand brushed against Wendys.