“You’re up for it, right, sweetie.”I swallowed. At least this way she couldn’t be joining in the fun. No excuse to touch me, right? “Yeah, I...��m fine with it.”Samantha’s cheeks were burning as she felt everyone looking at her. “I can stop at any time?”“You can stop at any time,” my mother purred as I joined Samantha, her dick as hard as mine.“Fine, so...” Samantha asked, turning to face me. The tip of her girl-dick brushed mine.Sparks flared down my shaft.We both gasped. Samantha leaped back, her. “Come here,” Ratti said quietly, beckoning for her to sit next to her on the bed.Doing as she was told, Ezhil let her take the video CD and vibrator from her hands and threw them on the bed next to them. She braced herself as Ratti cupped her face in her hands and kissed her tenderly for the first time. Ezhil could taste the mint from where she had brushed her teeth before going to bed and it was a welcome change from the stale cigarettes and beer she was used to tasting when kissing men.Ezhil. Everything was soaked. We hopped into the tent and collapsed on the ground completely exhausted and shivering. In the frenzy to get the tent set up, my mom didn't realize that her sleeping roll had been washed down the hillside, and my roll was the only thing we had that was remotely dry. Mom said in a shivering voice, "Turn around for a minute. I'm going to strip and hop into the sleeping bag and try to dry off and warm up." I swivelled around and listened as she undressed and plopped her. I’d just proposed the guys getting together in my man cave downstairs to play some pool, smoke cigars, and do shots. The wives and girlfriends, not such football fans to start with, were getting ready to head to a neighbor’s house to gossip and whatever else wives like to do when they get together. I saw Deb, apart from the ladies, apparently staying back in the house as they headed out the front door. So I hurried up to her. “Hey Deb. They’re a good bunch. I can tell they like you. You’ll be.