She continued to get closer to an orgasm. My hand and hers massaged her breast. In minutes I went from an unwilling spectator - Alright, maybe not tot...lly unwilling, but a spectator - to a participant. Her breast felt so different from my own. Smaller, but firmer. I felt her nipple between my fingers and I squeezed them together just like I love to do to my own, she moaned aloud and I felt such a sense of - I'm not sure what, but I couldn't stop myself.As she got very close to an orgasm, what. At the center of camp, Frank stood, his face violet with anger, veins standing out on neck and forehead. He faced Bret and Karen. The young couple stood close together, holding each other's hands. Bret stared at the elder, his restraint more than apparent, while Karen's head was lowered, her eyes cast on the ground.Glancing at each with uncertainty, Jason and Linda moved beside Liz and Mona, who stood nearby, watching the confrontation."You're wrong," Bret said, his voice quavering as he tried. Fuck! I didn’t react in time. I slowly open my eyes to see him holding his head and looking down and breathing heavily. And almost as if I’m a fly on the wall I see myself as stiff as a board with my arms at my sides just sitting in my chair. After a minute he looks up and I can see the frustration in his eyes. “Bryan…I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen,” He says as he looks into my petrified eyes. I can’t be scared now, quick! Answer, don’t leave him hanging there. “It’s. “What do you think you are doing?” Jane asked.“You are going to get a bare-bottom spanking, just like what I get from you, when I am late. So hike up your skirt and bend over the table.” I put my hand on the small of her back to help Jane bend over. She hesitated, then hiked up her skirt and bent over the table. Then I bent down, grabbed the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down to her feet. “Now step out of your panties,” I said. And soon I had her small delicate panties in my.