They all had a nice and long breakfast. They had decided that they wouldn't eat anything else until this evening's dinner. Well, by the time they were...done eating it was already noon.After breakfast, Sandra helped her mum to put everything away and when they were done, she checked the weather outside. The sun was shining and it was warm outside."Mum?" Yes, honey." Do you know if we are allowed to wear flip flops during the weekend?" Umm?! I don't know, wait, I'll ask dad."Sandra's mum walked. ? She wondered. It was an obvious leer he had given her, a hungry and undeniable lustful expression. Perhaps... perhaps, she could bargain with him... if he would help her, she would let him... Oh God, she couldn't, she couldn't! But what, then? Where could she turn? There was no one! Her Paul was gone somewhere she didn't know... Again, she wept, praying as the-tears streamed down her cheeks. Please, God... please help me... ? And then, she dried her eyes, set her jaw... and rang the. Lesly would get a big smile on her face and Susan’s face would turn red. Although Susan had been nude in front of me and most of the men in the camp, she was still shy about exposing herself when she could see where their eyes were looking and the lustful looks they would give her. I noticed as the sun was getting lower Lesly let the front of her robe open so that her breasts were nearly totally exposed. Susan was also starting to relax. When we were about finished I felt a small foot on my. "Yeah." I replied breathily. "Just need a few seconds more to catch my breath is all." He nodded and went back to his work.Lazily I watched TV. I wasn't quite sure what was on. It was a scene of four dudes with white outfits and bowler hats beating each other up while classical music played in the background. I didn't really get art films.Once I felt my strength fully restored, without another word, I got up and started to go downstairs. It was just as well - the movie hadn't really gotten.