"Ginger hesitated; "I've never done it but it can't be that bad, can it. What about you, Tommy?"Thomas lowered his head, embarrassed. "Promise you won...t tell Mom?" What," asked Ginger?"Before camp started, Henry and I used to play 'Robinson Crusoe' in the woods by the stream; most of the time, we'd run around in the woods, naked, and explore." What about you, Tom? You haven't said anything and I remember that you weren't very comfortable about being naked." I ... I don't know. We're not going. .I don’t know how…’ ‘That’s ok...just, uh...lick it and...touch it’ His eyes flicked nervously from Isabelle to the doorway. Isabelle reached out with tentative fingers, handling it with her smooth hands. She was taken aback by the...hardness of it. She had never seen one before, of course she knew what it was but...here...in the flesh… Her mouth hung open, as she slowly stroked the shaft with an agonisingly steady pace. She dragged her fingers softly against the tight skin, his hard. Mary had a rather sizeable arse which was firm and well rounded. Every time she grinded on a cock it would immediately intensify, that is unless it was not the cock of a drunk fat slob who usually had his way with her. The strangers thick fingers slowly traced her thigh, gently rubbing her soft skin until, moving upwards towards her hips, they were wrapped around her underwear.He ripped her panties off, began furiously rubbing her wet cunt, which began to drip with her love juice and she moaned. 'I was sort of pissed, being taken for granted that I had nothing else going on for New Years, the biggest party night of the year. Despite the insult I did want to see the two of them, especially Paul.Sheila had the same reaction I did, but predictably she was a little less sure of herself. She'd gotten a similar text from Mike, but hadn't responded yet until she recovered. She was thinking they really didn't like her and that Christmas night and the weekend was all just a bunch of bullshit.