"Fine. I'm gonna take a shower," she grumped.When the shower started I sighed with relief. That amazingly satisfying feeling hit; peeing with a full b...adder. My mind emptied along with the bladder. Flushing the toilet I turned my attention to the outline of Cassie behind the frosted glass, slender and coltish. Grinning to myself I joined her. She immediately insulted me."Wow. It's small," she said, staring at my flaccid pride and joy, her soapy hands pausing.I stared at her; sweet and young and. ‘Look at him! What are you doing, lying in the dust?’ I glanced down, groaning. Overnight, the wind had come up and I was covered in an inch or two of white. Playa dust from the Black Rock desert not only covered me, but also my sleeping bag, my cot, and everything else in the fancy big tent I had bought for this trip. The dust was itchy and awful. I sat up with great difficulty. ‘Water?’ ‘Elena, is he too stupid for us? Who puts up a tent and leaves it without the fly in a dust storm?’ Elena. ” For what seemed like an hour but was probably only a couple of minutes, Clare kept her arms wrapped around Rick. He smelled so good, his arms were so strong, he made her feel so safe. And then she noticed that with the lines of their bodies pressed together, she could feel something… She realized that she could feel his cock pressed against her, it was hard, and even through their clothes, she swore that she could feel its warmth. Feeling his erection pressed between them made her body. Mark though, simply took the other nipple into his mouth and like a c***d sucked and suckled on the stiff nub, she couldn’t speak, but they knew she was becoming aroused by the groans. Ian by now sucking on her clitorise. They knew when she climaxed first, her face colouring and her breathing getting much more pronounced.They continued, each young tormenter taking turns at her sex or her breasts, it seemed that they had agreed a pact, not to enter her with more than tongue and finger. An hour.