.. and if she bent over, she was certain to show off even more of her ass, and the wonderful, naughty goodness beneath the skirt, especially since she...wasn't wearing any panties again. She put on a transparent baby blue lace bra and a sleeveless blue blouse with a V neckline, one that plunged deeply to display her ample cleavage. Emily was vaguely aware that the new bra was a C-cup, already a full size bigger than what she'd been wearing just a few days before ... and her firm, luscious tits. I knew I could get her shoulders down to the floor, but I also knew I couldn't keep her down long enough for the count.Suddenly I was aware how I held her. It seemed as if my arm was against a fire. The other hand had cupped her breast as I held her down. I looked into her eyes. I knew then how aware she was of me at the same time and in the same way. I slowly relaxed and drew my arm back between her legs. She tightened them together at first and she seemed to trap it there. Then she relaxed. It would take some concentration at first, like walking again afterspending weeks recovering from a wound, but it wouldn't be long before Iwas used to it. For better or worse.Hesitatingly, I bent down and reached for my pack. It had been of nointerest to the thing from the woods. I pulled out a piece of dried meatand ate as I dug through my other supplies, then found the mirror andpulled it out. I needed to know my face before moving forward.A strange combination of sadness and elation pierced. Kris started talking to them and with her normal boldness asked them if they were there to fulfill a fantasy or just looking for sex.One of the guys said that they would love to find a woman that would do a spit roast.Kris then surprised the hell out of them when she said, “I would be up for that.”Now, these guys couldn’t believe their ears. How could this super-hot sexy woman want to do them? So they went looking for a spot to do the deed. They found a sofa and Bret lay down with Kris right.