Yeah, she is keeping her little cousin occupied, all right, thought Rosalind as she thrust her cunt against her busy fingers, the wet cunt hair now pl...stered to her vulva, and sticking to her panty crotch. The girls must have thought Rosalind was out in the boat with her husband, unaware that she had just slipped out for a morning walk and returned quietly to camp. She decided to keep watching as the two girls made out. She was something of a voyeur, and this was a show she had only imagined in. As I neared the door, I could hear the shower running. I paused just inside her bedroom and surveyed the room. The bed had been slept in but had been straightened with the sheet and spread neatly tucked. I walked to the bathroom door and called her name again.“What the hell are you waiting for? Get your clothes off and get in here.” I still had more work to do so she would understand she was not in total control.“Good morning to you too,” I replied. And then I did as I was told.The shower stall. “Dinner’s ready” Amethyst’s hippy mom, April, said. She stood in the doorway looking in on the two girls who were on their stomachs chins resting on palms, seemingly engrossed in the television screen.“Okay, mom, there’s only 5 minutes left to go on the film, can we watch it quickly first?” “Sure, just be up in the kitchen by eight.” With that, April had left the room and made her way back up the stairs.“That was close!” Anna exclaimed quietly, secretly very turned on by the prospect of getting. "How about sitting with me at dinner?" I have to eat with my roommates," he answered."No you don't. Spear can handle them. Leave him in charge and come sit with me," I pleaded. Rodney Spear was the cadet who had taken my bunk in the room during sophomore year. He never impressed me but he was number 30 in class ranking. If he kept his record clean he would make lieutenant at the end of third quarter.Charlie was dubious about leaving Spear in charge of the dinner table, even for one meal but I.