My skin felt soft to the touch, still wet were my long wet hair had been.What did he see in me? Even with my slender hands I could cover my small tits... Which I did now. The warmth of my palms against my sensitive nipples. I rubbed them, let my hands travel further down. All over my flat stomach, slow, tentative. Further down over the prominent hip bones my thighs, and up again. Just like his hands had done. Fingers running over my crotch. I felt the heat, a longing, the stubbles since I had not. She started rubbing her hard nipples up and down my cock first the left boob and then the right. Then she put her hands under her boobs, grabbed her nipples and started squeezing then and pumped my cock between her boobs. She was looking up at me with a dreamy look on her face and moaning. I told her that is the most incredible feeling I have ever felt. She said you havent even gotten to the best part yet. Please take over holding my boobs and squeezing my nipples so that I can cum and I. A thong with a transparent front, now obviously wet, was revealed. Then we both moved to Nan. I quickly pulled her slacks and thong off and Cass latched onto a breast. Nan pivoted slowly and slumped back down on the couch. I pushed the coffee table out of the way and moved my head between her legs. I kissed up one thigh and then up the other. By the time I finished, her hips were moving in a slow rhythm. I looked up and saw that she and Cass were locked in a kiss. I moved my tongue to her. The scene must have looked odd to anyone looking down from one of the trees: four sleeping bags in the camp, one empty, inconspicuously pulled away from the fire, two filled, occupied by innocent sleeping types, one a girl, the other an older man; and finally the sight of this big, thick bag with the movement of a live worm, squirming, turning and twisting, quietly pumping away, far from the glowing fire, yet visible in the moonlight.Impending disaster? Violence from a jealous boy, a mean man,.