She reached over to the waistband of my underwear, which were showing above my shorts and yanked them up. (This ladies and gentlemen is known as a Mel...in or a wedgie.) I yelped when the material tightened around my inflated organ, (all that horseplay had given me a boner). She didn't let go of my underwear and with her other hand she grasped my package and gave a squeeze. Well I was so embarrassed that she had felt my erection (and even knew that I had one), that I twisted both of her hands. I’d roll my eyes like I thought he was nuts but secretly would fantasize about kneeling. I couldn’t get those thoughts out of my head but decided it didn’t matter – it would be my secret fantasy. Besides, I thought – Kevin would never want to be sucked by a guy. How wrong I was.“Can you imagine what that was like for her? Kneeling with her head tilted up, looking up at me as my pants fell that night and I plunged it into her mouth?” , he said to me in his room one day while changing after. Beneath the hood, was a large, protruding clitoris. And I mean large. It appeared to stick out at least an inch, and was easily the diameter of my pinkie finger. Her two fingers returned to the lewd split position, straddling her big swelling clit. She was jacking it up and down, rolling it around every so often, with indirect contact, using the fleshy hood to manipulate the pulsing pink nubbin. As she frigged her sex, I watched in stunned amazement as the clit grew, sticking out almost. It overlooks the grand room downstairs from my king bed. I can see down but no one cal really see up until they get to the second floor. It is all one space with bathroom, shower tub all open air with windows all around. “The woods are my privacy curtains” I said as she walked through the open space. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked out over the great room as the sun sank lower in the sky. She laid back on the bed for a moment forgetting where she was and closed her eyes. .