It took almost half an hour, but I eventually gave up. Sleep would not come and if I ever hoped to put my seasickness behind me, I had to find a way t... distract myself. During my futile attempt at slumber, I had spent quite a few minutes staring at the perverse painting and could not help but be drawn to it. But it was not until now that I finally realized why. My eyes widened in shock as I realized I was aroused. I tried to reason it was a mere side-effect of my missed masturbation. I reach my hand down and push the hem of her skirt up about midway up her thigh. I lean down again and slide my hand up her beautiful thigh to the bottom of her panties. I lift her skirt up to take a peek of her panties. They are a red satin material, with lace trim and a very visible dark spot where her pussy was very wet.I slide my finger under the bottom of the leg of her panties as i make my way to her bald wet pussy. She opens her legs a little more as my finger finds its target and i. She got the hint immediately and shut up still not wanting a gag. Gianni had just stepped back from the bed when the light in the bedroom came on. He looked up to see his friend Bernie standing in the doorway holding the video camera and tripod in one hand a flash light in the other with a digital camera dangling from his neck. Gianni gave him the thumbs up sign then placed his finger over his lips warning Bernie to be quiet. Gianni then eagerly moved his right hand to Debra’s chest and began. Darlene had a number close to sixty. Owen would be Elizabeth’s seventh. Two in high school, three in college, then Brett. Now Owen.Was Brett the one? They said I love yous and she still meant them months and months later. She wasn’t giving him up without a fight. She was certainly willing to fuck Owen to get back to her boyfriend. Was that fucked up? She clenched her teeth. Her brunette coworker hurried by her with trays of burgers and poutine. This couldn’t get back to Darlene. That girl had.