She told me that she had left hers outside and it was completely wet by now. Her top was torn from side and was also wet due to water seepage. I told ...er to sleep in my sleeping bag. She thanked me and went inside. She was all cozy and I was feeling cold. I sneezed two-three times. She woke up and asked me to join her in bed provided we face apart from each other since she was topless. I agreed. I went inside. It was difficult for us to sleep apart. So I told her that I’ll face your back. She. She held my head like that for just a few seconds-- long enough for me to get one of my brilliant, deranged ideas. I grabbed my iPhone from beside her leg, raised it so my arm bent around her leg, pressed the camera app and snapped a picture of her. Her head was cocked back, her eyes were shut, her mouth formed a jagged O, her tits jangled on either corner--they were bouncy, future soccer mom tits-- and her very Irish dimples had a staring contest with me, as if to say, 'Are ye having as. We ran across the track into cover.“How can we rescue Becky?” I posed the big question.“If we’re in time,” Sally was thinking, “we can cut her free, off the tree, while they’re off pretending they’re walking.”“Right lets get on that trail,” I said. How long had they been gone? Only a quarter of an hour perhaps.“Then we have to get them as well,” said Sue. “We can’t just go off, what would we do? Call the cops? They’d find all the videos.”“Alright, what?” I asked.“We mustn’t just leave them to. Janelle had his cock coated in spit and she used both hands and her mouth to work on Mike's horse cock. She had even attempted, and nearly succeeded at, deep throating his massive member. In the twenty years we've known each other, Janelle had never shown me this side of her. The blow jobs she had given me were amazing but what I was seeing wasn't my wife, it was a slut with a thirst for dick. This slut sitting on my couch had me totally engulfed in the show she was putting on, and she had no.