She was fantastic to behold wet red lips open showing pearl teeth clenched. Her black rimmed glasses gave her deep blue eyes an innocent girl lost loo..., but her mountainous bucking tits, sore nipples like top hats, clamps sizzling was something more reminiscent of a back street snuff porn movie."Ohhhhhhhh please I'll tell you anything you want uggggggggg just uh just stoppppppppppp!" She begged.She didn't understand. Her tits were on fire, heaving melons more bloated than she could remember her. They still weren't going to be using the tents, but they did start a nice sized fire so they could start drying their clothes. Finn pointedly ignored some of the more... interesting... underclothing his team mates apparently wore and were not shy about laying out in a prominent spot.He took out his pistol, stripped it down and began cleaning it, more out of habit than because it needed it. He'd had it custom made, and the forty-five was certainly better than any thing the service issued.. ”Anna knew this was something completely new. Touching her ‘dirty bits’ without any recoil from it. She felt the need to continue even before Mike instructed, “Trace your fingers along those outer lips. What does it feel like?”“Wet.” A plain fact, she thought.“Pleasant?”There was no doubt about that. And Anna told him so.“Much promise,” Mike enthused. “Don’t hesitate. Wriggle your fingers deep into that wetness.” Next second, Anna’s fingers were searching into the moisture that had been between. “After what we saw today,” she said, “I didn’t expect anything to come close, but this view is spectacular, and I guess you can see it from the bed?”“Try it,” I retorted, and she kicked off her shoes and bounced onto the bed before looking out at the view.Looking me in the eye, and after stuttering what seemed to be an apology for what she was about to say, she started talking nineteen to the dozen.“I think you need to know a bit about me, Jack, I’m not the fresh-faced young woman, clean-cut.