However, from the get-go, Fabien (my tent buddy), teased me gently; throwing me in the pool, cracking jokes at night in the tent and other such pueril... holiday behaviour. This soon evolved into inadvertent thigh stroking, elbow-to-breast pressing and general little signs designed to give your pussy a mind of her own, independent of the sensible one lodged in your cranial cavity. Things really developed towards the end of our first week, when his constant teasing and attention-paying started. I obeyed as told and watched as he came closer and closer with now what appeared to be a huge cock that close to my face. Gently he rubbed my lips with his cum covered cock knot asking me if I liked it and wanted more. Again all I could do was shake my head yes, lost in what was happening to me.Pulling back away a bit, he commanded me to lick my lips and tell him what I thought. I’m not really sure of what I said but it seemed to please him. I can always tell a true cock sucker. He kept rubbing. I wanted this. He dipped his head and flicked his tongue over a hard nipple, making me thrash beneath him. His hot lips closed around the pink flesh and my hips jerked up against his. I couldn’t contain the delicate whimpers that filled the air between us. I continued to squirm under his masculine assault. The surprising scrape of teeth made my sharp groan pierce the quiet of our stolen haven. The painful pleasure of his attention caused me to tear my nails down his bare back. The feel of his. He let out a sigh of ultimate satisfaction as the two girls started working him in tandem. They traded back and forth, taking a couple of sucks and then letting the other. Then he felt a warm mouth on his balls, sucking on one, then the other as his cock was stroked and sucked and licked. He told the girls just how much he appreciated their efforts and that he would be perfectly happy as long as they kept it up. After a few minutes, Ginny stopped and sat up. “I have an idea,” she said as.