" "I don't drink Vodka but a glass of Orange would be good." "Oh I will have to mix some up in the kitchen, please chat among yourselves." So Angie yo... must feel too hot in those winter weight top & skirt, why don't you take them off. After all we are girls together here - nothing we haven't seen before - right?" "I suppose so." "Ok so you don't feel embarissed we will shed with you. Would that help?" "I wouldn't feel so bad if you all joined me." "Or how about we help each other?" They agreed. But I couldn't so I decided to play with myself. I would wank sometimes eight times a day. I would test myself to see how quickly I could come, but conversely how long I could last. It was 15 seconds and two hours 45 minutes respectively. That long wanking session produced what felt like buckets of cum. The first spurt was about six feet it was so strong.I pulled back the sleeping bag cover and started massaging my dick. I have a long foreskin so pulling it back and forth over the glans is. She didn’t know if she was mad at her or not for going ahead with it. So she went to the front door, and as she moved to open it, she found a bag hanging from the handle.It was a silver gift bag, filled with chocolate chip cookies, with a small box placed on top. The little note on the handle simply said, “For Jellybean. X”She smiled to herself, wondering what it could be, but too shy to stay any longer. And so, picking up the bag, and placing her own blue gift bag on the handle instead, she. In the middle of the night, she turned over to lie next to me face-to-face and I kissed her as we both drifted back. When the radio went on, we were locked in a close embrace. I had my usual morning bone poking her in the belly and rolled over to go to relieve myself, reducing me to half the man I was before. She did the same and quickly returned to the previous position.She said, "We don't have a lot of time, but we practiced yesterday. Let's hurry." She massaged my growing cock until it was.