Bob lost his shirt and then Sharon lost her shirt. We had never seen Sharon’s breasts before, since the first game had ended before she had to take ...ff her bra. We all were watching Bob as he pulled Sharon’s T-shirt over her head. Her breasts were larger than mine and sagged slightly as they came into view. Her areolas were large and surrounded her nipples that had also begun to harden in the cooler air of the room. I looked at John; he was staring at Sharon. He finally looked at me, and I. But he was just babbling, trying to take his mind off his straining cock in the hope that it might start to subside. No luck so far, though. At least she hadn’t seen it.“Super! You finish the list and I’ll go and get it.”As soon as she was out of the room, he tried frantically pulling at the front of his trousers, trying to make the material sit in a looser way to hide the bulge. He knew it was useless, but he had to try. He considered pulling his shirt out to hang over his crotch, but that. I wrapped my lips around it and rolled my head from side to side. Randy sucked in a lot of air leaned back and said "Oh damn, that's good. Leaning forward slightly I began sliding my lips down his shaft, licking, sucking, slurping, making it oh so sloppy wet. When he got to the back of my throat I reversed the process working my way to his glans.. I went to my knees on my towel, placed y hands on his hips and plunged again and again s far down his shaft as I could. He smiled down at. But my cock, now rock hard, and balls were still trapped in the front of my boxer briefs. I asked him to release them, and he pulled them down to my thighs, leaving me totally at his mercy. As we rocked back and forth simultaneously, his cock deep in my hole, my cock and balls flew around, slapping against my stomach and thighs.He then started tweeking my left nipple with his right hand, while starting to jerk off my throbbing cock with his left, all the while continuing to pump my ass and bite.