He also knows that we will not shoot a bear tonight, it’s too late in the season. He knows we will, most likely, not even see a bear. But that is no... important to him. All that is important is this silence. These wet woods. The sharp tinge of winter in the cold evening air. All that matters is the meditative walk in a long straight line, going nowhere, looking vaguely for something. I wonder why he brought me along. This is so intimate for him and each of us is fundamentally alone in our own. I jogged after him, not wanting to make a noise incase Jack heard. As I got closer I tapped him on the shoulder, his skin was smooth but cold, so cold I could feel the even goose bumps as I slid my hand down his arm. He jumped slightly before turning around. He was particularly red around the eye and it was starting to bruise already, suddenly I felt horrified, this had all been my fault. I made my brother and his best friend in the whole world fall out and for that I felt terribly guilty. . Her pussy was very wet from my cum, and hers. I slid my fingers over that delicious pussy, lubing them with the wetness, and worked circles around her clit. she moved her hips slightly, and I drover a finger up into her sweet hole. The cum I shot in her earlier must have came out then, or she came massively when I shoved it in, because i felt a large load of warm liquid run down my finger. her panties were completly soaked now from her soggy pussy, and it wore through her jeans too. I. The rest of us, all busily pursuing a “let’s keep quiet so we don’t get ourselves into trouble” approach, just tried to remember it all.Then came the practical. It was a bizarre set up. Seated at a table that stood by a bay window in the lounge were our “guests” for tea; two elegantly dressed, shop-window dummies. “You are all far too inexperienced to practice on any of us,” Miss Carson announced, seeing our looks of disbelief at being expected to wait on mannequins. “When you can do things.