A good kind of moan. You quietly walk back to my door and look over the scene. My head is half off the bed and one arm is twisted behind my back, one ...nee is pulled up. My arm seems to be moving up and down my back. Then you see I'm moving my hand around my crack under the blankets.I moan again and you can see me moving in time to my breath. Drool is hanging from my slack lips. That's when you realize I'm playing with myself and enjoying it. You feel a twitch between your legs. As you watch. Laughing, they rushed to their clothing and some towels, dried and dressed. Three others were tending the fire. Another couple and a boy who looked younger than the rest. Though helping with the fire, he seemed separate. Disconnected. Karissa walked down the ledge a few feet into the trees, and emerged in the clearing.“Hello,” she said. “You wouldn’t happen to have some extra food.”Her clothes, especially her well worn coat, made her look like a drifter. Too young to be a bag lady, a runaway. Ammi was following her routine daily. All I could see was her changing dresses every day. It gave me hardons.But I didn’t see anything unusual. One day I watched it at night in my room. The time was 10:15, exactly a few minutes after Abbu and I left for work. There were visitors to her bedroom. And guess who? I was shocked to see our daily vegetable vendor.His name was Akbar must be around 35 years of age. He was a well-built man. I have known him because he has been our daily supplier for many. I sighed then cooed,” I really enjoyed our week too. I am liking being your GF even if its just this week.” I held his cock and squeezed it gently. He moaned and put his hand higher up my skirt and gently held my erect 3 inches in my now wet panties. We were each holding cocks as we necked on the love seat. It felt so natural and normal like. I have waited for years for these moments. We smiled into each others eyes. No more denying for me. I wanted .