Jen reached down into her loin armor, unbuckling it, and slipping a finger under her underpants. As they stood at the entrance to the main tent, Jen squeezed the boy’s crotch once more. xxx She tenderly gripped the young boy’s immature penis by its foreskin, holding it like a straw. She walked over to him. She watched as a woman walked by, grasping a young, slender brunette by his crotch. Her cotton undershirt was soaking wet, clinging to her body like a wet rag, the hot sweat soaking through the thin cloth, revealing the full shape of her bust, and a faint outline of her nipples. As her lust finally overcame her, she clamped her knees around the young boy’s head, as her hips jammed themselves into his face. “Oh, look, they’re bringing in the
