Megan got the toolbox and turned around to Andy, who was standing in the doorway. She smiled and handed the toolbox to Andy when she saw her bikini to..., laying on her towel still. She covered her breasts.“I think it is a bit late for that,” Andy said with a smile “I’ve already seen them, and might I add, what fantastic looking breasts you have there.” Megan blushed; it was usually Jenni that had all the compliments. Andy ran his fingers lightly, down the left side of Megan's face and trailed. Gemma’s lips were now gently kissing my pussy, as her tongue felt for my wet little opening. I was staring at the book. It could have been written in Albanian for all I knew. I was struggling, wanting to squeal from the sensations Gemma was giving me and it was taking an immense effort to remain composed. I made a little whimper as Gemma’s tongue lapped up the length of my inner lips and then she rolled the tip of her tongue around my clit. “Ooooh.” “Shhhhhhh!” More giggles. “Oh fuck. She looked around her in search of her weapons and pack. They, of course, were not there. She did have the handgun strapped to her right thigh and extra magazines, some with bullets for it, others for the long-gun weapon she did not have. She started walking toward the sound, soon seeing a line of wagons pulled by some form of ox-like creatures. As she got closer, she was spotted and the line of wagons stopped. She waved to them in hopes of finding help. Her attention on the strange b**sts, the. I lay there eyes tightly closed, pretending to be asleep, listening for any sound, but she lay very still, looking straight up at the ceiling, as if mummified.I turned to face her and thankfully she never acknowledged my turning, so in the darkness I studied her form as she lay motionless.She was 15 and one of the older girls, boarding since she was 12, and now approaching her final year, she would be gone this time next year.I like anyone who was awake, would have known where she was and what.