” The haughty matriarch clutched tightly at her bag as though trying to feel the address on the card, her breasts heaving in the restrictive dress a... she took one final wistful sneer at Creed, her cunt wet with an arousal unlike anything she’d felt in years.“I’m so glad we met... and I’ll be sure to make your acquaintance again, you can count on that.” Creed watched the full arse swivel it’s bustle as she regained her composure and sauntered away nonchalantly, his balls tingling at the thought. " Yeah, Heather," Pamela joined in, "why are you here? You never said." Actually, I'm interested too," I added, looking at Heather."I..." Heather's lip began to quiver, "it's just that..." You better fess up, or we're going to march your ass in there and tell everyone what you've done, and won't that be a wonderful scene? I thought we were friends! Everyone was working so well together, even Mr. Michaels was finally cooperating ... and now this! What are you up to?" I..." Heather looked at me,. “Christine your pussy is so wet. You’re quite a little minx. Miss Sandy is going to make you feel so good. I want you to go lie down on the bed and take your panties off. I want you to hand them to me so I can sniff and taste them.” I went to the bed and did as she said. I slid my thong down my long legs and handed them to her. Sandy then smelled my scent on my panties. She even took a little taste of the wetness on my crotch of my thong. “John, her pussy smells so good. Her wetness tastes. A minute later, the sound of a solitary ax biting into a tree carried through the camp. As one, the men turned to watch Sid cutting down a tree.One of the men complained, "It is damned near impossible to complain about that man. You want to grumble, but you can't." You know he's going to do the entire job by himself if we don't help." You've got that right. He won't ever say a bad word about those who don't join in," another man said watching Sid swing the ax. He sighed at the thought of.