The men carried in our belongings and made up the beds while the women figured out the kitchen. Then there was time to walk down to the stream.Courtne... mused, "This IS a pretty spot. I do like being outdoors." She stuck her hand in the water. "I don't know if I can swim in this though, too cold!"The rest of the hunters began arriving. Daryl was middle fifties, tall and dark from tanning. He was apparently outdoors a lot. Phil was short and stocky. Near sixty, blondish and with a constant smile.. I grab you by your hair and push you against the wall. "Did you follow all the instructions I gave you?" I ask. You nod. When we spoke over the phone earlier, I told you to completely shave your pussy, and to make sure it was sopping wet before you knocked. This, of course, calls for a closer inspection. With one hand I hold your arms above your head and with my other I begin to explore. It is the first time I am touching you like this, and I take my time. My hand travels over each breast in. You are on your back, with your legs, hips, and head all slightly twisted to your left. I watch your chest rising and falling—just barely perceptibly—with each inhale and exhale as you sleep.(Unconsciously, my left hand finds its way to my breast. It too is rising and falling, but more heavily as my own breathing quickens.)With the early morning sunlight starting to peak in around the borders of the curtains you picked out, I can survey your impossibly beautiful body. Starting to the foot of. " Ebony picked Barocca up bodily, lifting her like a c***d, so that her midsection d****d over her shoulders. Ebony carried Barocca into the bedroom, and then let her flop onto the bed on her back. Ebony reached down and ripped off Barocca's bikini panties. "When was the last time you had your backdoor banged, Barocca?" asked Ebony. Barocca stared at Ebony in stunned silence, with her eyes wide open. "Can't remember?" retorted Ebony. "That's good. Because I'm gonna make damn sure you.