I closed my eyes and masturbated, my lithe body arched, my buttocks rising from the seat, the fleshy pads of both my ankles flattening, as they became...the pivotal points, taking my body weight as my impending orgasm started building from my curled toes and travelled the length of my calves, thighs, taught buttocks, my fingers gliding between my labia and hooking inside my vagina, with expert rapidity, titillating my budding pearl, a clear sheen on its well polished pink surface, as my finger. You’re going to feel the brush. Only harder than what Miss Lawrence gave you.” Joanne Wilson smiled as her brother turned his head and looked up at her.“Oh, I know everything Nick. Becky does tell me lots of things. Like when you cried like a baby when your Form Mistress spanked you with this.” She already had it in the air before he could reply to her.“Thud!” It crashed into his already sore and bruised bottom.“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” Joanne wrapped out half a dozen rapid smacks. The combination of spit, from me going down on her, and the natural lube, drenched my cock and balls, and was leaving a growing wet spot in the sleeping bag. To say I erupted would be an understatement. As my muscles tightened, I thrust one deep last time and unloaded what seemed to be an endless stream of hot cum. My body was wracked and she pulled me down on top of her to rest. We lay there, spent, our sweat mixed together on her chest and belly. We sat there for a long time, my now limp. He slid his body up along mine, and nuzzled his nose into my neck. He nestled behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He pressed his lips lightly on the back of my neck as I closed my eyes and focused on feeling him around me. I cozied up closer to him for warmth, and just to feel him. His arms tightened, bringing our bodies closer. The last I could remember was him kissing up along my neck and down my shoulder before I dozed off in his arms. -~~- I woke up from my cat nap, and to my relief.