”I grabbed his cock, not giving him the time or self-awareness to even try and stop me. His left hand peeled away from it as I grabbed it with my ri...ht hand and started to move it up and down.“Feel good – does it?” I asked him as I looked into his eyes.Robert nodded. His lips were quivering and I could see his stomach clenching every now and then as I pulled my hand over his cock.Pre-cum oozed from the tip and I placed the palm of my hand over it and rubbed it over the head.Robert’s head tilted. I lay there for a while, pretending to be asleep, expecting Patrice to masturbate, knowing how she likes doing that as much as I like her playing with herself. It seems like ages but Patrice starts to move, rubbing her thighs lightly moving her fingers over her sexy soft body. Patrice stops for a few minutes, checking that I am asleep. She slowly slides out of bed, making sure that I don’t get disturbed. I watch as Patrice creeps out of our room, going to check on Peter. She knocks lightly. The sun felt so soothing and the exercise had been invigorating, forcing me to use muscles that had for too long been under-utilized. I dreamed even. The soft sounds of the natural world around me, the warm sun, and the fresh air of the woods all combined for a sleep inducing environment. I dreamed of tongues on me, of the dogs licking me, over my entire body, but mostly it was the licks between my spread legs that stood out the most in the dream. I was moaning, even gasping from the pleasure. Maybe, it’s you.”“Of course it’s fucking me,” Kirk bitched. “But it’s also each and every one of them. Look at this chucklefuck!”He played the video again and slid his phone across the table to Katelyn. She picked it up and frowned. She turned the volume down, ignoring the looks of disgust and curiosity from the other patrons. There he was again. That man. She schooled her features and assured herself that only she could hear her heart.“That piece of ratshit ... It’s not just Val. Frieda’s tits.