"Do you ever think of Ellie when you masturbate?"
"I never thought about Ellie sexually before I saw her in a bathing suit the time we were boating in Bermuda. Since then, the image occasionally comes to me when I have some, ah, private time." Jason subtlety tugged on the fabric of his boxers, unable to find more room under the tent.
"I remember that," Ellie's finger rested on her smiling lip. "We were sitting across from each other on the boat and I knew you were looking at me behind those sunglasses." Her other hand rested the top of her open thigh, finger caressing the flower under the red lace fabric. "You were trying to adjust your bathing suit so I wouldn't notice your boner."
"Caught red handed!" Jason's eyebrows rose as he laughed.
"What do you think of?" Anne's finger was moving in a slight circular motion below her mound, her eyes shifting back to me.