Soon he had shucked off his remaining clothes and pushed her back onto the carpet, going down in her in turn while she smiled up at me. After awhile,...he rose up and guided her onto her knees, turning her so she could face me. Then while she continued to give me that enigmatic smile, he entered her from behind. I was a little self-conscious with them both watching me as I watched them, but my cock was rock hard and my boxers soaked. I was literally dripping. And, aching as I was, I couldn’t. As I crested the top of the cliff, the jingling of the bells stopped, and I heard the sound of joyous singing from my nymphet, drifting to my ears on the mid morning air. Scrabbling as quietly as possible to the cliff edge, I soon found my perfect viewpoint, sheltered by cliff top scrub, yet clear enough to lie down and move silently on a clear grassy area. Below me, and totally unaware of my presence, the young girl was seemingly preparing for a day by the sea, unpacking and unfurling a. I grab an extra set of clothes and went to grab a quick shower. I say a quick shower since the water tank is small at the cabins and I was the last one in. The whole time I was in the shower I couldn’t help but picture my sister standing in here just a few minutes before, naked, rubbing her body... I started to get a nice rise when I became quickly aware that the hot water was rapidly ending. It turned cold very quickly, interrupting my train of thought and depleting the blood flow to my lower. I take the head between my lips, gently squeezing as I do. My mouth barely touches you, my fingers continue stroking you up and down, up and down, up and down. My thumbs rub the ridge on the underside of your shaft. My tongue presses gently on your head. Are you getting close, honey? I can see your flat stomach fluttering, your breathing shallow. If I run my tongue around your engorged head, gently, slowly, will that help? Let's try, shall we? My lips rest on the tip as my fingers continue to.