’ I forced my eyes open, but I had no idea how to hold off the impeding waves of orgasm threatening to overtake me. I was panting and trying to thin... about something other than the sensations in my slit. But it wasn’t working. ‘Don’t do it,’ she repeated, clearly enjoying my torment. ‘Please,’ I begged. ‘Please, Della, I can’t help it. Please I need to cum.’ ‘Don’t.’ ‘Della, please! Please, please let me cum! Please, Della, please!’ She smiled and I knew I’d chosen the right words that time.. We filed in and took seats to watch the other squads do their thing. They were good but I felt our girls were better. About nine forty five we went over to the ready room. The girls already had their uniforms on so it was just a little prep and they were ready to go. The announcer called for our squad to take the stage. They proudly stood there and when the music started they launched into one of the best routines I have ever seen. They did tumbling, spins, jumps and a whole lot more. I noticed. She had one hand in between her thighs, and the other maneuvering the steering wheel while delicately holding her cigarette. She was going to have to cum before she got to her father's, otherwise there was no telling when she would get enough privacy again to play with her self."Oh fuck...." she moaned to her self as she squeezed her clit between her fingers.But...why would she need privacy? For years now she, her mother, and her brother had all been fucking each others brains out. There was no. I was also not really looking forward to wearing actual clothing again. For the entirety of our journey, my ‘attire’ had consisted of swim trunks and sandals, and occasionally a t-shirt at night. Aura’s ‘attire’ had been similar: bikini, sandals, perhaps a t-shirt at night, and the silver belly chain which she always wore regardless of the occasion. Dinner finished, the tent erected near the tree line, the canoe firmly beached on the sand, the meager food and other smellables hung up in a bear.