As Roger's thoughts turned to the effort of filling and emptying that tin bath, a job that invariably fell to him, he realised that was the one good t...ing about this holiday, the availability of daily showers. Two weeks without the seemingly endless hours he spent filling and emptying the bath, two weeks without having to bathe in somebody else's bathwater because he was the youngest.Then something else occurred to him as he positioned himself at the makeshift table, his parents not saying. He was cut and just a little over 6”. Deliciously thick and always ready for my affections. I felt him holding his breath waiting to feel my lips on the head; he did not have to wait long. I licked my lips then placed them ever so softly around that warm cock as I heard him exhale. I lingered there gently swirling my tongue around his urethra and slowly pumping his shaft with my hand. I felt his hand as he laid it on my shoulder and knew he wanted a little something more. I had sucked his cock. Attendees from the bride's side were sorely lacking,probably just as well since they'd all have known me as a boy if therewere many in the first place. But the two ladies who were Mom's long-timeemployees were both there, and we hugged as if we were related. I'm surethey were blown away by how Mom's little boy looked on his wedding day!The reception? Well, it was just fabulous. I can say that because yourstruly was totally the center of attention! For a girl who has always. "Oh fuck . . five? Six? I don't know; I lost count. I do love to get fucked, you know!" Lynda played along. She licked her fingers again, and rubbed herself, then came over to where I was laying and offered them to me to lick off. I sucked them into my mouth as she used her other hand on herself. Apparently, in her exhilarated state she had spontaneously become ambidextrous. Her hands did smell a lot like cock, and of pussy too. My favourite combination. Looking at her, so out of character yet.