“OW! What the hell, Brook!” Will said. He felt like hitting her back, but he knew better than to do that.“I can’t believe you!” Brook walked...out of the kitchen and upstairs to the guest room. Plopping down on the bed she buried her face in her pillow and cried.“Dammit!” Will shouted, running both hands threw his hair before sitting down at the table, “Goddamn!”As Will and Brook both cooled down in their own place, they both received a text at the same time from Blane. It read, “This is not. Do we touch each other? Do we help each other by rubbing the soap into our sweaty little bum cracks. What do you think? There’s nothing better than the touch of another girl’s hands your body, squeezing a foaming sponge all down your front. Maybe we do. Maybe our hands stray where they shouldn’t sometimes. We’ve had to put up with all your grunts and groans as you pump iron. All those ripped, toned bodies. Those gorgeous, thick lats and the rippling triceps. A girl can only take so much.. I kissed and licked around the outside of your breast, slowly caressing the left with my hand. I began to squeeze your left breast gently on the sides, as my mouth breathed hot on your right inflamed nipple. You arched your back, so that your nipple was forced into my mouth. I gently ran m y tongue around your aureole, lightly, barely touching it. You were going wild with desire. I began to kiss and nibble your breast, and your moaning increased in fervor, still not touching your rigid nipple.. The length and strength of this trembler did not seem as extreme as some of the earlier ones. She could hear a crashing of rocks tumbling from the canyon wall somewhere in the distance, and much closer there was a slight rattle of small stones falling to a new resting place. She heard a single, solid, dull thump from inside the shack. Another stone from the fireplace must have broken loose, she decided. Then, a few more minutes of quivering earth and a silence returned in which she could hear.