My legs were spread and oil was gently rubbed in to the puffy lips of my pussy, fingers stroking tenderly over my exposed clitoris. My hips jerked to ...he rhythm of those fingers, my thighs desperate to hold onto that hand. Fingers tweaked over my nipples, squeezed and caressed the globes of my breasts. I tried to direct their hands or to touch myself to give myself the release I so desperately craved at that moment, and my hands were slapped away, a gentle reminder not to fight or to move. She tried the only leverage she had, nodded to her daughters. Before I could say a word, they lifted those coarse sacks up to their shoulders. They were naked underneath. I made a downward motion with my hands, “No need for that.”Two cowboys walking their horses toward the livery, three women with shopping bags coming out of the Ollie’s Emporium, Rumsfeld, the Buffalo Cut bartender watching from across the street.Mrs. Hogg had outmaneuvered me.That night in bed, Rosie cupped her hands, “Were. ...." I walked down there on the beach, it was dark, but there was plenty of moon, so I turned the flashlight off, and I walked and walked, by this time I did not care about 4H, Jesus, or anything except what I thought might be going on where the glow was, further down the beach." "Tom, you were there.." Did you see me?" Well. I saw some boy's bare butt, and I'm pretty sure that was you.".Now I was the one laughing, "Oh no, oh my god, no............." And I looked, and all I saw was this boy. It took the girls longer than Lacie had expected to get to the table, but eventually they reached the food. The spread was enormous, and both Lacie and Claire grabbed plates, careful not to pile too much on in their haste and hunger. Sitting down at a nearby table, Lacie began to eat. Claire sat only a foot away, almost shoulder to shoulder with Lacie. ‘You know what?’ Claire said after taking a small bite of her sandwich, eyeing the tiny triangle critically. ‘Hmm?’ Lacie responded, softly.