She then strode almost defiantly down the beach to the surf.I was going to get out of my hammock and check on Brittany, but she had shuffled to her fe...t and returned to her cooking duties with her back to me. It seemed as if the moment had past so I decided to let the matter go. I dozed back off.Later that night when I returned to the camp after checking the traps, I found a tense atmosphere. Brittany was huddled in the sand with Jennifer standing over her. Both girls watched me approach,. .. we..." I whimper out "don't worry, we have plenty of time" you say into my neck, with lust in your voice, "but Hun, we can't right now anyways, I mean, the nylons and everything" I say, getting equally lustful "no problem" you say back, continuing to grind your hardness against me. I hear you fumbling with something on the desk but I'm too far-gone to see what. Suddenly I feel your hand moving over my pussy, massaging my lips and making me moan more, then I feel you pinch the crotch of the. Scott was right about one thing: We’re both accountable for something that important.”Hailey rolled over to face him, putting her arm across his hip.“We both can’t share responsibility for everything,” she said. “I’ll let you handle taking out the garbage and I’ll make sure there are no little ones running around until we want them. Division of labor and all that.”She ran her hand up his arm until it stopped at his cheek. She felt the stubble beneath her soft palm and traced a thumb around his. " Ken had designed an algorithm for measuring success. Or so he claimed. I wouldn't have known an algorithm from an African drum rhythm. What I did know was that my effectiveness with the light whip had plateaued just like my skill with the regular whip had. Now I had a number for it: 43 percent. Up from 38 the day before. Down from 45 the day before that.I didn't even have half a chance to win this fight."I know, buddy," Ken said. "You're trying too hard."Easy for him to say. Ken had made.