I would try to be as naked as possible when I would stroke for my girls. Being in public that wasnt always an option but I would try to be as nude as ...ossible. Living in Los Angeles, CA it was easy to be in short and tee shirts due to our great climate. Well in store ahead was a weekend of great weather and I was horny as always. I went to a hiking trail that I began to frequent after this day. One which I still stroke to, and gets me horny like fucking mad. Again this day I was wearing shorts. Though small and cramped, it was cozy and familiar. Throughout the day, relatives arrived, all of them bearing food.Everyone who wasn't helping either got out of the way or soon found themselves with a task to complete. It was a finely choreographed dance that everyone seemed to know by heart. After all, they had been gathering like this for as long as anyone could remember.The men were either in front of the television watching football or out in the garage shooting the shit and telling lies. . my fluid came from me... was it warm? Yeah. It was bodytemperature and showed up on my goggles. I'd not noticed it was warmbefore. That was... kinda gross for some reason. I kept following thesymbiote. I wondered briefly if it could negate my spider sense. Was Ihunting it or was it hunting me?Suddenly without warning there was a red blur and solid mass flew atme. The thing hit me solidly, driving the air from my lungs. Thesymbiote wrapped barbed tendrils about me as I struggled. My web. Her tits were on full display, her stomach rippled, the front of her legs were straining and her thong was inching into her pussy.Turn around and let him look at your ass, he is always checking you out now show him what he wants to see.Sue turned, raised her hands over her head, she went up on her toes and leaned forward with ass towards me she put her hands on the wall and the string went into the crack of her ass and the thong disappeared into her pussy. Her little brown ass hole was on.