The view of the tent in my pants caused her to smile just a teeny bit; she had caused and seen many such tents in her time. I would have thought by th...t time that Linda might open her own bra but she made no move to do so. Sighing (silently) at the things one is forced to do, my fingers moved to the front clasp. Again I deferred from giving her tits even a little feel, concentrating only on the clasp.And then it opened, the cups falling away to the side. I gave a gentle touch to the straps and. ..”“Wait. Canned broth?” asked Cynthia.“No,” Krys said, “I made it last week. You were at the beach.”She launched into the remainder, but Zoe stopped her, “You made it? How?”“In the pressure cooker,” Krys said.“What?”“Chicken bones from 2 chickens,” Krys said. She nodded at the chicken sandwiches. “Roasted ... What?”“Cynthia? Pen?”Instruments were found and writing ensued. Zoe used the back of the journal. Caught up, the hand with the pen made the ‘tell me more’ motion.Krys resumed,. Chloe was highly receptive to what was happening and had her legs spread wide for her friend.I also noted that Beth started to lick her lips and move her tongue around a lot. Several times I saw her touch her crotch as though to adjust her panties slightly. After we’d been driving for twenty minutes I could also smell Beth’s lovely feminine aroma wafting through the car competing with Chloe’s. Beth also took to rubbing her legs together when she had the car on cruise control.Jasmine went into. "Fine," replied Myla, rolling her eyes. The man Ron was referring to was a male porn star by the name of Tyler Slams. Tyler Slams was a bald, muscular black man who was about Myla's height, but a little more than a decade younger than the blonde. Myla walked to the bedroom and walked into a man in underwear with a huge bulge, six pack abs, and an athletic body. The man had somewhat of a baby-face compared to the sharp features of Myla's face, and she was in awe at how he was almost naked, yet.