You wince as you reach each welt and can't help but feel wet thinking about how it looks. How abused and used you must appear. You close your eyes and...moan again. You begin to wash your cunt and try to avoid your clit but can't hold your self back any longer. Your breathing gets faster as you start to stroke yourself. You bite your lip trying not to make any noise, maybe if he doesn't hear you, he won't know. You work your fingers faster and faster as you get close. You begin to brutally finger. "I smiled dreamily at her, "What makes you say that?"She laughed and slid a hand down my stomach to rest on my crotch. "Well, this for one thing. You were up, you were down, you were up... The sounds you were making for another thing. Fortunately you weren't thrashing around that much. I thought about waking you up but decided it might be best not to interrupt whatever was going on. If I'm not there with you I never know when it might be something really important. So what happened?" I. Two hours later Bob jerked awake at the sound of a gunshot.Randy had finally gotten himself a buck.They didn’t stay for a second deer, even though that wasted a tag. Nor did they spend a lot of time processing the carcass, except to field dress it and quarter it. Randy wanted the antlers, still mounted to the skull, if possible, so they kept the head. Bob figured they could skin it at home, exposing the bone. Then they could search the internet for instructions on how to preserve the skull.They. I began to get out of bed, but then I stopped. I was caught in an odd psychological dilemma. I was comfortable enough with social nudism, but the thought of doing something dangerous without my pants protecting me seemed oddly preposterous. I suppose that was, in part, a throwback to the days when warriors protected their private parts with armor, and partly, because I knew there was nothing heroic about my pasty, pudgy, naked body. Therefore, from a psychological point of view, before I could.