Picture the scene around a fire with a "borrowed" keg and not a single responsible person, adult or otherwise,with-in shouting distance. Shouting dist...nce was maintained until the music got a tad loud and the fevers ran hot and the cops came. We split. I found a little hand grasping mine as I crashed through the underbrush. It was not annoying. The running and crashing was, but the hand grasping felt pretty good and certain physiological and cock related reactions set in. I did mention I was. But the freezer was exactly the right height. No vibrations, but perfect penetration angle.In the past we would normally have to defrost about once every two years, but for the last year it was every three months. I checked it over pretty good, and found a large crack in to top liner. Water was getting under the liner and freezing, making the lid very heavy. We would have to unplug it and put a fan in front of it to speed the thawing and draining process.She asked me what could cause a crack. My cock was bulging inside my boxers and was pressed against the cold floor. I didn’t want to move because I didn’t want them to think I was awake and stop. I could hear her sucking him off, the saliva in her mouth swirling around his cock. He was groaning louder and louder and then I could hear them shuffling around and could hear her on top of him riding his cock. They were fucking really hard and I heard him with a really loud groan and could feel his leg shaking as he was cumming all inside. "Well obviously I'm not," I sneered coldly, "I'm right here, watching my husband fucking our babysitter."Amy couldn't decide whether she should cling to my husband, pull away from him, lay there or get up. Obviously anything she did now would be very, very awkward. Scott, for his part, just lay there, his lean, muscled body confidently poised, as always, his cock no longer erect, but still thick and swollen and all wet from the teenager's cunt. For some reason I couldn't keep my eyes off that.