“Wow, look at it,” said the other. “Its so stiff.” I became even more excited at being exposed, and wondered what to do. Perhaps stroke it a l...ttle or just lay there pretending to be asleep. I started to squirm and rotate my hips. “Oh no, he's waking up,” one of them said. And they were gone. As soon as they left I got up and showered, nearly jerking off. But I held off the urge to masturbate, and instead went down to the beach. Soon I saw the same two girls at the beach with some friends. When. Back in bed we talked about the experience and how good she felt about being with someone like me. As we laid there, Bobbi started sucking on my flaccid cock and playing with my scrotum as my 8” of manhood started to rise. I was content to lay there enjoying the massaging sensation of her tongue but I knew there was more that I could do for her. Got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to get the plastic container of baby oil I spotted earlier. When I returned she was laying on her back. Susan's eyes grew even wider than they had been when Sharon removed her top and tossed it to the side. The look on Susan's face quickly changed as Jason made his suggestion. A smile crept across her face and she reached for the bottom of her sweater. In a few seconds the sweater was lying on the floor beside her. Her bra soon followed. Susan stood proudly showing Jason her firm tits and hardening nipples.Sharon looked at her sister and asked, "Susan, why are you doing that?"Susan replied, "I. Cole booked a room at the Grayson House, a Victorian era bed and breakfast a few miles from town. The cozy intimacy of the place and the light snow that fell throughout the night provided the perfect setting for romance. Even though the drinking age in their state was twenty-one, Cole managed to wrangle a bottle of pink champagne from a sympathetic liquor store clerk after telling the guy that he and Ellen were celebrating their engagement. ‘Hey, you’re old enough to fight for your country, you.