Suddenly he let go of her ankles letting her legs drop. Her feet hit the floor hard and she cried out at the pain. He slapped her across her breasts a...d told her to stand up. With her hands tied behind her it was hard but she struggled to her feet and stood in front of him. He ordered her to look him in the eyes and she obeyed. His hands dropped to her waist and found the zipper of her shorts. It was soon unzipped and he saw her eyes widen as his hands pushed her shorts over her hips so they. .. God, they're lifesavers. Saved mine, a couple times, back in Vietnam. Is everybody else as beat to shit as I am?" I think so," Crystal sighed. "We were beat before, but we're really beat now. I know we're not supposed to stay here, but the light sucks too bad to go on. Let's just set up here. If the rangers don't like it, tough." Crystal, everybody, you did good," Al smiled. "I think it's time for some emergency supplies." He headed over to his raft, dug down into the drybox, and emerged. She wanked his throbbing schlong with tender loving care, her eyes glued to the tiny little piss-slit at the very tip of Craig’s bulbous cock-head. Pre-cum was bubbling out of the opening at the very end of his rigid dick, and Sharon quickly spread it all over his monstrous salami-stick with both hands. She squeezed and mashed together his huge, hanging ball-sacs with her left hand after a while as she still tugged off her nephew’s cock with the other, causing Craig to buck and thrash about on. A blush pervaded both cheeks as Greg laid her gently back on the coverlet, coaxing her arms aside so that they could look upon what nature had so wondrously concocted. As might an archaeologist treat a bone-fragment with revered deliberation, Shelley watched in a state of borderline anxiety as her father slipped his hand slowly inside her left bra-cup. She was unable to prevent a slight gasp from escaping her lips as his fingers closed around the softness it contained, before gently.