I'd been to Whipple Island before. I don't think too many people except some of my buddies and I had. Heck, I don't even know if anybody besides us ev...n called it "Whipple Island." It's about a 6 or 7 acre thumb that juts out where the river meandered during a flood years ago. It's a little higher than the surrounding fields and forests, and now there's a town reservoir upstream, so the river hasn't really flooded in decades.But it really is an island. On the one side, there's a small channel. I didn't mean to let you see me doing those nasty things." I said, unsure if that was the right thing to say."But I see you must have liked it. How long had you been standing there watching me?"Mike told me he had been there for sometime and that he was surprised to see me masturbating, especially to a young boy. I smiled down at him as I placed my hand on his.Looking down, I noticed that the duvet cover was stuck up over his lap, his massive erection creating a tent pole underneath it. He. The shoot started and we did beautifully as a team. The first two days of the shoot were of casual, formal dress and some reviling cloths.The third day was for swim suit and lingerie’s. All the three models were in our robes, underneath it was the bra, panties and underwear we had to display. First it was the single shot and each one of us had two or three products to display, first it was Gemma standing in the platform, showing off the product in her perfect body, her nipples trying to make a. What the hell, you can’t even ask?" came slamming back her way.“Ask what, for a beer from my sister's refrigerator, why the hell would I ask you for that?" asked Donna.Plopping down on the couch she picks up the remote and changes the channel. Just minutes before the kickoff the screen changes to some lame reality show about teen moms and Craig erupts. “What the fuck bitch, who said you could change it, I was watching that?”Laughing, Donna just turns up the volume, “Sorry, can’t hear.