He constantly rubbed his crotch whilst talking with her and made sure she noticed. Eventually, he walked in one night and noticed that she had her han...s under the covers. When he sat down he placed his hand above her hand and felt her rubbing herself. He pulled the covers back and saw that Marie had her fingers on her clit. “Can I help you with that, Marie,” said Garth. “I don’t know what you can do,” replied Marie. “I know just what to do,” he said. He only had his pyjama pants on, so he lay. There were eight of us living in that old farmhouse-four gal and four guys. Me, my mom, three of her sisters, and her three brothers; my dad had died shortly after I was born. There was no central air conditioning and there were never enough electric fans to go around so the house got mighty hot during the long, hot summers. After a long day in the fields, and we all worked the fields except for my mom who was assigned the household tasks, we would strip down to our underwear to try to beat the. So Rebecca took you up her bum then, fucking hell Jack, you’re built like a fucking horse, surely she didn’t take it all.”“No she did,” Jack replied, “l couldn’t believe it myself, l couldn’t help myself, l just came a bucket load.”“Oh Christ, l wish l’d been there,” Harry replied, “no wonder Emma wanted to show me her mother’s arse, l bet if she’d bent over she would still have been gaping, Christ mate, l wouldn’t want your dick up my old arse, it must have really stretched her. Sorry mate,”. ”“I wish you could come with us, Phil, but I totally understand and would never want you to do anything that would get you in trouble. We’re cool,” Jess said. She bumped her fist twice on her left tit and flashed Phil a peace sign... Phil thanked her and helped me unload the trunk.The guys were nice enough to help me lug the cooler and duffel bag through the trees to the beach. The brush wasn’t thick but I got scraped on both arms and legs as we passed through. I avoided getting a branch jammed.